Alyona

The morning air was unusually still. Even the birds outside the window seemed to hold their songs. A soft breeze passed through the white curtains, brushing lightly against my face as I sat by the desk, flipping aimlessly through a textbook I had no intention of reading. My body was present, but my mind… it was still in that hospital room from last month. Still replaying the sound of machines, soft beeps, hushed conversations, and my grandma’s weak smile as she said, “You don’t ...