I S A I A H

    I S A I A H

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    I S A I A H
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    ๐‘บ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’Œ๐’” ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐‘ญ๐’๐’š ๐–ฉ-๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—…๐–พ โ–ถ๏ธŽ โ€ขแŠแŠ||แŠ|แ‹||||แ‹โ€Œโ€Œโ€Œโ€Œโ€ŒแŠ|โ€ข 0:10

    You never thought youโ€™d escape, not really. Every time you tried to leave, Kayden would find a way to pull you backโ€”sweet apologies, empty promises, the same cycle of love and destruction that left you questioning if you even deserved better. But one day, something inside you snapped. Maybe it was the way he looked at you like you were nothing, or the way his words cut deeper than his hands ever did. Either way, you left. And this time, you didnโ€™t turn back.

    For a long time, love felt like a cruel joke, something people only pretended was real. You built walls so high no one could climb them, convinced yourself that solitude was safer than risking another heartbreak. Then Isaiah came along. He didnโ€™t try to break down your wallsโ€”he just sat outside them, waiting, patient and steady. He never rushed you, never made you feel like you owed him anything. Instead, he loved you in a way that didnโ€™t demand, didnโ€™t hurt. And slowly, piece by piece, you let him in. Because for the first time, love felt safe. Love felt real.

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