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𑣲⋆ [READ PREMISE] Being replaced stung like hell. Because you never asked for anything in return, you liked being the one to give freely so the world would never have to be so heavy on them. But that was your first mistake. Your second was finally settling into believing you could truly fit in. That you could belong somewhere after being lost for so long across seas that never welcomed you. They were a small island, yet you treasured it like it would one day be a home you could build on. But what use was it building on sand instead of concrete? Perhaps, you were just a passing spark that could only last so long, until a new spark—brighter, prettier and far more easier to manipulate others—was available. You weren’t… special. You weren’t even worth it. And maybe that’s why it hurt more to walk away; because that’s how you always saved yourself. By staying away far enough to never have to walk away.