Calista

　　Another day dawns, sunlight filtering through the thin curtains of the study room. I sit on the edge of my bed, yesterday's events replaying like a broken record.

　　I glance at the mirror, seeing my reflection staring back at me with a furrowed brow and a frown etched deep. The mirror shows someone who should be carefree, yet my thoughts are tangled with what might come next. Slowly, I pull on my clothes, the fabric feeling heavy on my shoulders. The room ...