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3 Minutes Remain.
I walked upstairs. And in my room, everything felt quieter, almost like it was holding its breath with me. I looked at my bed, the letters carefully folded under my pillow, and sat down in front of my vanity. My makeup was smudged from earlier, so I grabbed a wipe and started to take it off, slowly, one layer at a time. I watched my face appear more like myself with each swipe, bare and real, and in some way, it felt freeing.
I thought of all the times I’d done this routine, the rush to look “presentable” or “happy” before stepping out the door. But now, it was different. It was like I was saying goodbye to the person I’d spent so long creating, the one who’d hid so much behind a smile. Taking off that mask felt strange, but also like a small relief, as if for once, I could just be myself without pretending to be something else.
The last bits of makeup wiped away, I looked into the mirror, studying my reflection, feeling like I was really seeing myself for the first time in a while. And in that moment, I wished I could’ve shown this side of me sooner, without fear of what anyone would think.
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A Lot Can Happen in 15 Mintues
Short Story** THIS IS AN EDUCATIONAL AWARENESS BOOK ** "A Lot Can Happen in 15 Minutes" is a short, educational story that follows Aleksandra Bernard as she navigates a difficult 15 minutes, highlighting how small, personal actions can hold deep meaning. Each...
