Yala’s POV
When I went to bed last night, I thought I wouldn’t make it through the night. I had cried myself to sleep, feeling utterly alone. The journey had barely begun, and I was already exhausted, even though I hadn't even started the process.
I wanted to be strong, but this time, I couldn't manage it. The walls I had built around myself seemed to have crumbled, and the weight of the situation sent my anxiety skyrocketing to a level where I could barely breathe.
I remembered looking at the clock next to my bed; it was 4:00 AM. I got up and looked at the sky. The night was beautiful with stars shining brightly. I even saw a shooting star. I closed my eyes and prayed to God to renew my strength. I had many obstacles to face, and couldn't let any anxiety attack destabilize me.
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