After carrying everything alone for so long, the girl slowly started changing.
She became quieter than before. The same person who used to laugh easily now spent more time staring at nothing, lost inside her own thoughts. People around her noticed she was different, but no one really understood why.
Every night felt the hardest. Her mind refused to stay calm, and her chest would feel heavy again, like she was trying to breathe while carrying invisible weight on her heart. Sometimes she would sit near the window in complete silence, hoping the cold air would somehow make her feel lighter.
But the strange thing was… even after feeling so tired, she still cared about everyone else. She still smiled when someone talked to her. She still tried to help others even when she herself was slowly falling apart inside.
She often wondered how long a person could keep pretending before they completely break. But even then, a small part of her still hoped that maybe one day life would stop hurting so much.
Maybe one day, she would finally feel at peace with herself again.
