She didn’t know the destination, but the path ahead felt lighter than the weight she’d carried for years. For once, she wasn’t running toward anyone or away from anything - she was simply walking for herself. The chaos that had consumed her heart no longer defined her steps. Each moment felt like a quiet rebellion against the pain she had endured. She wasn’t certain of the future, but she was certain of her worth. Leaving behind the noise, she embraced the solace of her own company. Her scars whispered stories, but they no longer screamed her fears. Freedom wasn’t just about escaping - it was about reclaiming. And though the road was uncertain, she knew this choice was hers alone. For the first time, that was enough.
Estelle stood in the middle of her room, her heart heavy as she scanned
