door44
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Oriana walked in steady, like she’d seen worse. Truth was, she hadn’t. The straps don’t lie, and neither does the look on a girl’s face when the game flips against her. Sneakers made Oriana look untouchable, like armor on a goddess. But sneakers come off easy. And when they did, her big feet sat bare, soft, too sensitive for the world she lived in. She laughed hard, fought harder, then swore she’d made it through. But it was a lie. The next touch dragged her right back, deeper than before. Every time she thought it was over, it wasn’t.
