Chapter 3 : At the Tear Lake
That Night—Tear Lake
The cold air bit at her skin as Bloom drove aimlessly through the streets of Los Angeles. Her thoughts were scattered, weighing her options. Should she go to her apartment? Her godfather’s house?
Her heart made the decision for her.
Her car pulled up near the place she always sought comfort—the tear-shaped lake nestled inside her high school campus she once roamed freely.
It was mid-winter, and the lake’s surface mirrored her emotions. Cold. Still. Unforgiving.
The winter air was unforgiving, but she welcomed the chill. It kept her grounded.
She walked to the old maple tree standing by the lake, the wooden bench beneath it carrying years of memories.
She sat there for two hours, lost in thoughts she stared at the still water. Cold. Silent. Unforgiving.
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