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Mid-semester exams loomed like a storm cloud on the horizon. The air was thick with anxiety, and the constant bombardment of teachers' advice on preparing for the impending board exams only served to amplify the pressure.
I could see the strain etched into Ayush's face, the once vibrant spirit now dulled by the weight of expectations.
I watched as he transformed into a shadow of his former self. His days were consumed by endless online classes, his nights by futile attempts to conquer a mountain of textbooks.
The Ayush I knew, the one with a contagious laugh and a quick wit, seemed to have retreated into a shell, leaving behind a fragile and vulnerable boy.
My heart ached for him.
I wanted to reach out, to pull him from the depths of his despair, but words seemed inadequate. So, I resorted to the only language I knew for the time - the language of action.
I was there for him, a constant presence in his life, a silent guardian against the invading darkness.
The first sign of his crumbling facade came one night, at the unholy hour of 2:30 AM.
My phone buzzed, jolting me awake. It was Ayush. The message was short and desperate: "I can't figure out this maths problem. My head is about to explode. Please help!"
A wave of concern washed over me.
I knew he was struggling, but this was a new low. With a heavy heart, I pulled myself out of bed and opened my laptop. We were locked in a silent battle against maths for the next hour, our minds racing against the ticking clock.
Finally, as the first rays of dawn, we emerged victorious.
Relief washed over me, but I knew this was just the beginning.
The pattern repeated itself with alarming frequency.
There was the night he called, his voice trembling, as he confessed his inability to grasp a complex chemistry reaction.
And then there was the time he woke me up at 4 AM, his mind a rapid of historical dates and events. Each time, I was there, a steady anchor in the storm of his emotions.
One night, as we were trying to decipher a particularly puzzling physics problem,
Ayush broke down. "I'm sorry, Kiara," he sobbed, his voice muffled by his hands. "I'm such a burden. I don't know what's wrong with me."
My heart shattered into a million pieces. He was anything but a burden. He was my friend, my confidante, and my reason for staying strong.
I held his virtual hand through the screen, offering words of encouragement and reassurance. "You're not a burden, Ayush," I said, my voice steady. "We're in this together. And together, we can overcome anything."
As the mid-semester exams drew closer, the intensity of his distress reached a fever pitch.
He was a prisoner of his own mind, trapped in a cycle of self-doubt and fear. I watched helplessly as he transformed into a shadow of his former self.
His eyes, once filled with a spark of mischief, were now dull and lifeless.
One evening, after yet another grueling study session, he confessed his fear of failure. "What if I don't pass, Kiara?" he asked, his voice trembling. "What if I let everyone down?"
I knew how much this meant to him.
I wrapped him in a virtual hug, my words filled with unwavering belief. "You will pass, Ayush," I said, my voice firm. "I have no doubt about it. You're hardworking, and resilient. You have what it takes."
In those quiet hours of the night, as I sat by my computer, offering support and guidance, I realized the depth of our friendship.
We were more than just classmates; we were comrades in arms, fighting a silent battle against the invisible enemy that was consuming our lives.
The day of the exams finally arrived. Ayush was a nervous wreck. I could feel his anxiety through the screen. I sent him a message, filled with words of encouragement and positivity. I reminded him of all the hard work he had put in, and I told him to believe in himself.
As the hours passed, I waited anxiously for his call. When it finally came, his voice .................
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