Some nights the past came back to Tiana like it had never left. It pressed down on her, made it hard to breathe, made her want to disappear. Last week… no, last semester… had left marks she couldn’t shake, nightmares that refused to stop, and a body that remembered what her mind wished it could forget.Chuka town was quiet below, lights twinkling far away, a reminder of the bubbly girl Tiana had once been before Graham. She clung to the rooftop of the unfinished building behind her house, to the silence, to the faint hum of life going on without her. And even in that quiet, she could feel it—someone there. Not close. Not hers. But there. Watching, pacing, existing, and somehow… calming her.This was her story. Of pain. Of fear. Of nights that never seemed to end, and mornings she hoped would bring a little light.