The days drifted by like clouds in the sky, and I found myself lost in a haze of chatter and noise. My voice echoed through the halls, a constant companion to the silence that lingered within. But beneath the surface, something stirred, a

The thing about unrequited love is that it feels like drowning in air – technically possible, statistically improbable, and yet somehow happening to you anyway. That night, as I lay in bed watching the artificial glow of streetlights make abstract paintings on my