The sun had risen, but the sky carried a strange stillness — as if the day was holding its breath.
In a quiet corner of the city, behind the crumbling walls of an old house, a girl slept — unaware that this day would not be like the others. Her room was filled with silence, broken only by the ticking of a dusty clock and the occasional whisper of wind against the glass.
Suddenly, a voice echoed from the hallway — sharp but familiar.
“You’re going to be late again! The van will be here any minute!”
The door opened, and her mother stepped inside. With one tug, she pulled the curtain aside, allowing sunlight to flood the room. But the light felt different today — heavier, as if it carried a secret with it.
“Wake up, sweetheart,” her mother said, half-laughing, half-scolding. “Like every other day, you're running late! Get up and get ready for college!”
Under the blanket, the girl stirred. Slowly, she sat up — her green eyes blinking in the light. She looked around sleepily and sighed.
“What am I even getting ready for, Mama…? It’s just another boring day.”
“Just wear your uniform and come out,” her mother replied. “Don’t overthink. Just be ready.”
The girl nodded, brushing her hair from her face. She was beautiful — not the kind that shouts, but the kind that lingers in silence. Her lips held a soft pink hue, and her eyes seemed to hold stories no one had asked about. She wore no makeup, no jewelry — yet something about her presence felt rare.
She was her mother’s only daughter. Her light. Her shadow.
They lived simply. After her father’s death, the world had grown cold. Smiles became rarer. Struggles became normal. Yet this girl — fragile in appearance — carried a quiet strength, like a flame no storm had managed to put out.
But today... something felt different.
There was a shift in the air. The sun was too quiet. The wind moved like it was hiding something.
As the girl stood up, the silver locket around her neck slipped into view — something she always wore but never opened.
It pulsed — just once. Almost like it was alive.
She didn’t notice.
Not yet.
Because this day, which had started like any other, was the first page of a story she never expected to live.
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A beginning
