Reminding me of her
Charles paused, his gaze far away. “The car became a monument to everything I’d lost. Every scratch on the paint, every dent, every mile on the odometer held a memory of her. It was unbearable. I tried to move on,” Charles said, his voice trembling. “I stayed in town, surrounded by friends who cared about me. But it didn’t help. Every time I saw that car, it was like reliving her loss all over again.”
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