Anya arrived at college, her steps slower than usual, as if each foot carried a weight she couldn’t explain. The morning felt ordinary to everyone else….the same chatter in corridors, the same rush to classrooms….but for her, everything felt off. Her mind was tangled, her heart unsettled, and no matter how much she tried to act normal, the heaviness refused to leave.

As she walked through the campus, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, her eyes avoided meeting anyone’s. She didn’t want questions. She didn’t want conversations. She just wanted to get through the day somehow.