줄기― " They told me that I'll never succeed and I'll never fulfill my dreams but I'm not one to back down. With the support of my family, I showed them I can-by defying all odds"
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⎯⎯ ୨THIRD PERSON'S୧ ⎯⎯
The late afternoon sun dipped below the horizon of Bangkok, casting the city in soft golden hues that danced against the glass of high-rise windows and glistened on wet pavement. There was a rhythm to the city—vibrant, chaotic, alive. But for Kala Park, the noise outside was like a distant hum, muffled by exhaustion and the dull ache behind her eyes.
She ascended the stone steps of a family friend's home with quiet determination, her gait steady but slow. Her body, conditioned and toned from relentless training, moved like a machine set to autopilot. She smiled faintly as the door swung open and the warm smell of dinner hit her, but it was a smile carefully stitched together. Kala had perfected the art of seeming okay.
"Hey, kiddo," her mother said, her voice tinged with concern. "Tough day?"
Kala nodded, the weariness settling deep into her bones. "Yeah, but I'll be okay. Just need some rest."
Her mother's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer, as if searching for something hidden beneath the surface. But then she smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, dinner will be ready soon. Why don't you go freshen up?"
With a nod, Kala slipped away to her room, the weariness clinging to her like a second skin. She shed her training clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the sweat and grime of the day.
The sanctuary of her room awaited, and once inside, she succumbed to the solace it offered. The calluses on her palms and the echoes of her determined exertion compelled her to tend to her aching body. Her wounds, souvenirs from her endeavors, were dutifully cared for, concealed from unsolicited concern, yet aching to be seen.
The trials of her day echoed louder in the silence, her tender heart burdened by the weight of her unspoken turmoil. The facade of resilience she had to display took its toll, permeating deep within her conscience and manifesting as the physical strains on her form. The conflict simmered within her—a storm of battles waged against her own being.
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