✨CHAPTER 3✨

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"It's ok if you're scared or tired or unsure or feel one million billion other complicated emotions at once. But I've decided things are going to be ok anyway and I will hold that belief close to my heart no matter how scared or tired or lonely or depressed or one million billion other things I am. I will hold onto that and if you're scared, you can hold onto me. We can carry each other through.............."

Shubhita paced back and forth in her dimly lit room, her footsteps echoing with unease. The soft glow of a single lamp cast elongated shadows on the walls, mirroring the turmoil within her. She was just 25, but the weight of the world seemed to bear down on her shoulders.

Her hair cascaded down her back in disarray, matching the chaos in her mind. Her thoughts danced like elusive phantoms, slipping through her grasp whenever she tried to understand the situation. The silence of her room was broken only by the ticking of an antique clock on her desk, each second punctuating her anxiety.

The room was adorned with tokens of her past - framed photographs capturing moments of laughter, cherished books, and trinkets from travels now lost to time. She helplessly glanced at them, seeking solace in the nostalgia they offered, but it was fleeting.

She wrestled with the tangled web of decisions, second-guessing every move she had made. Her job, her hopes, her dreams - they all seemed uncertain, like grains of sand slipping through her fingers. She bit her trembling lip and clenched her hands, her knuckles whitening with the effort.

She couldn't decipher if she was on the right path or hurtling down a disastrous one. The future, once a shimmering horizon of potential, now loomed like an impenetrable fog. Should she push forward or turn back? Should she fight or surrender?

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the room around her. She craved clarity, a guiding light in this sea of uncertainty. Shubhita knew that life was a journey with twists and turns, but in this moment, every step felt like a precipice, and the abyss was unfathomable.

As the night pressed on, she continued to pace, yearning for a glimmer of hope to pierce the shadows of doubt. The weight of her decisions, her dreams, and the relentless march of time pressed down upon her. And in the quiet of her room, she was left to grapple with her own restless soul.

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