Unlike my head that was so chaotic and loud with all those thoughts, confusions, assumptions, fear, paranoia, anxiety, anger — The corridor was silent as I stepped into it, the soft click of my heels echoing faintly through the empty hallway. But this time, the solitude didn’t feel suffocating— it felt oddly calm, like the eye of a storm. It helped me clear my head, but the truth was I missed the comforting chaos of everyone together, but a thrill of anticipation, a premonition of something extraordinary, hummed beneath my skin.
I pushed open the door to my room, and the world seemed to hold its breath. My gaze swept across the familiar space, then snagged, caught, on a vibrant splash of color on my bed. My breath hitched.
Five exquisitely wrapped gift boxes, each a masterpiece in itself
