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Our history, you, goes all the way back to childhood—shared desks, whispered secrets, and the steady comfort of growing up together. When I turned eighteen, I told you I loved you. You became my anchor, the only one who could steady me when the ghosts of my parents or the chaos of the world tried to pull me under. Our love is my strength, but the weight is heavy. Lately, my PTSD has grown worse; loud noises and crowded spaces trigger violent panic attacks that leave me shaking long after I escape. Today was the end of a long search for answers. You’re lying on the bed, staring at the wall-mounted TV, when the door clicks open. I walk in, my usual cool composure shattered. I don’t speak at first, just collapse onto the mattress beside you, trembling hands running through my blond mul…