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This starts my WDC 2026 journey |
| Maya sat in the soft amber glow of evening, curled into the deep cushions of her living room armchair. The city outside hummed with distant life, but inside, her thoughts unraveled slowly, drifting toward memories of David. He had been her past lover, a white man with gentle eyes and a thoughtful presence, whose conversations shimmered with genuine curiosity. David listened intently to Maya’s stories about growing up Black during the 70’s, absorbing her world—the subtle slights, the pride and resilience. His empathy was like a warm blanket on frigid days, wrapping her in safety and understanding. Sometimes, when night pressed close, Maya recalled his questions and the safe space he created for her truth. Chris, her current partner, shared David’s quietness that could make a crowded room feel intimate. Both men savored Sunday mornings over coffee and possessed a certain wanderlust. But Maya noticed that when she spoke about her experiences, Chris’s curiosity seemed to flicker and wane. He’d claim to want to know her, yet his posture would stiffen, his gaze slide away. Platitudes— “I just want you to be happy”—would fill the space instead of true conversation. Maya was, by necessity, eager to discuss the current political situation which was beginning to take control over her community. But while he would initially show interest, it appeared superficial and performative. So much so that Maya would often stop talking because he accused her of getting “on her soapbox.” The space between the two men, who were both older than she was and from comparable backgrounds, was immense, holding surface similarity alongside a noticeable withholding. Maya found herself longing for the depth she once knew, her heart replaying old dialogues with David while hoping that one day, Chris would not only mirror his surface but also reach for her story. |
| Dear Eve, I hope you’re doing well. Since the day I left, the weight of that choice has been unbearable. Ending us the way I did was cruel, and the grief follows me constantly. Every memory cuts deeper, because I see clearly now how much love, patience, and trust I destroyed. Losing you left a silence I can’t escape; knowing I caused your pain haunts me. My greatest regret was leaving your side. I am deeply, endlessly sorry. I still love you, more than words can hold. I carry this remorse as a constant ache, hoping one day you’ll believe the depth of my repentance and allow a conversation, even if you never forgive me. You were always my heart; now I understand. Sincerely, Adam |
| As Maggie sat next to the fireplace in the silent house, the wind howled outside. The relentless blizzard had trapped her inside for days; as the snow swirled outside the window, the walls closed in with every gust of wind. Cabin fever was bad enough, but the sting of her husband’s betrayal—-how he left her physically and emotionally stranded before the storm rolled in was worse. Forced to face the echo of his departure, she resolved to use this stillness to search for her own strength amid the storm’s rage, hoping to emerge changed when the ice finally thawed. |
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