Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

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The thought still felt strange sometimes. A year ago, I was in college, on track for something completely different. A "normal" life, I guess. But that wasn't me anymore. I left school about six months ago, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't hard at first. My parents were disappoi

except Aiden.

He was the one who pushed me. The one who told me I needed to run again. And God, I hated him for it at first. For trying to force me to be someone, I didn't feel like I was anymore. For pushing me to relive something I didn't even remember. But now, I know I owe him every time I lace up my shoes. He knew, even when I couldn't see it. He knew this was what I needed.

I needed to thank him.

I rounded a bend in the trail, my heart pounding with effort and exhilaration. The sun had just started to rise over the trees, casting long shadows across the path, and for a moment, everything felt still.

Perfect.

of my shoes against the dirt, that I felt closest to who I used to be-or maybe who I was becoming now. A new version of Jess. Stronger. More sure of

was missing. Someone, maybe.

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around. me. I'd feel it-a

never could quite grasp

on instinct. The faster I ran, the more I could outrun those ghosts. At least

kind-the kind that made you feel like you'd accomplished something. Like you'd pushed yourself

jog, wiping the sweat from my brow as I made my way back to the trailhead where my car was