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Gyda's heart pounded as she felt the weight of judgmental stares from both boys and girls slicing through her like icy daggers. The hurried footsteps echoed around her, drowning out any hope of solace. With disheveled hair cascading in wild tangles and her bloodshot eyes reflecting the torment she had endured, she appeared as a forsaken soul amid a bustling crowd.
Two couples, whose fingers were intertwined in a display of affection, walked past, their gazes fixated on Gyda. She watched how their eyes filled with scorn before the girls whispered crude remarks, making the boys laugh. She turned her gaze away, momentarily averting her eyes downward. But just then, a voice, hushed yet audible, pierced the deafening silence that
