Too Tired To Continue
Her voice grew softer, almost apologetic. “But now we are old. We are tired. We don’t have the strength anymore.” She squeezed her husband’s hand, her eyes filling with tears. “We had to stop. We couldn’t keep the illusion alive.” The silence that followed pressed heavy on the room. Arthur swallowed hard, realizing every noise they’d heard, every scream and footstep, had been the desperate tricks of two people clinging to their home.
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