Eve – Epilogue – I Didn’t Choose It

My name is Eve.

Yes, like that Eve.
No, I didn’t choose it. But I grew into it.

I was Evvy once. That’s what my grandma called me. So did boys who liked me just enough to stay for a while. I was soft. Convenient. Replaceable.

Then I stopped answering to Evvy.

This isn’t a tragic backstory. My parents divorced before I could ask questions. My father disappeared. My mother disappeared differently. I was raised by a woman who believed love meant feeding you and not asking too much.

So I didn’t learn rules.
I learned survival.

I don’t believe in stealing husbands.
You can’t steal something that walks out by itself.

I don’t believe in forever.
I believe in timing.

These aren’t love stories.
They’re stories about moments.

And I don’t regret them.

I’m Eve.

And if you’re nervous while reading this, that’s probably a good sign.

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