Aurora’s P.O.V

The day at school had gone much better than I’d expected. I wasn’t sure what I had been dreading exactly—maybe the usual stares, the whispers that followed me like a shadow, or just the exhaustion of pretending like none of it bothered me. But today, none of it seemed to matter. The classes went by quickly, the interactions with my friends felt natural, and for once, I didn’t feel like I was suffocating under the weight of my own thoughts. Maybe I was finally ...