Is this the end...?

Is this real?

Ryan (with a sarcastic smile):

"You can't seem to move on."

(He lowers his head slightly, and his eyes do not stray from hers):

"I wonder how long it will take for you to realize that I no longer care about what happened between us during high school?"

Mira (to herself, full of provocation):

"I will not allow him to show any kind of power over me. This will not happen again."

Mira (laughed lightly):

"Oh, you're so funny, who are you to talk to me like that?"

(After this encounter filled with aggression and hatred, Ryan suddenly turns away from her. He goes off to talk to the others as if nothing had happened.)

Mira (watching him walk away with hatred in her heart, sighed silently, muttering to herself)

"I won't let him be a part of my life anymore, whether at the party or anywhere else."

Back to the present (after the accident)

....

Mira (Mira enters the bathroom with heavy steps, as if the weight of the whole world was resting on her shoulders. She goes to the mirror slowly, staring at her reflection with eyes full of tears that are trying to resist falling. She breathes deeply, but a muffled moaning sound emerges from deep within her, so she presses her lips in an attempt to conceal her crying. However, her tears begin to fall endlessly . She extends her hands tightly to the edges of the basin, as if she is clinging to it so as not to fall, and continues to look at herself in the mirror, at the face that she barely recognizes due to extreme sadness. Tears stream down her cheeks without stopping, and her lips begin to tremble, falling one after another, until she begins to sob in a suppressed voice. She covers her face with her hand, abandoning any attempt to resist this emotional flood that swept through her . The Mira continues to cry in front of the mirror in the bathroom, staring into her eyes, which are swollen from tears. Her features are exhausted, as if sadness has robbed her of all her energy. In the midst of feelings of anger and pain, She picks up the scissors on the next shelf with her eyes. She stares at him, holds the scissors with a trembling hand, lifts a lock of her hair, and with a look full of anger and determination she cuts it without hesitation. The strand falls to the ground, but it does not stop. She continues to cut her hair nervously, strand by strand, as if she is trying to get rid of the pain penetrating inside her.)

(Knock on the door)

While the Mira remains standing in the middle of the bathroom, looking at the remains of her scattered hair, there comes a faint knock on the door. Her body trembles, so she quickly muffles the sound of her crying, covering her mouth with her hand as she tries to control the sobs that come from deep within her heart. She takes several deep breaths, trying to hide her confusion. She quickly raises her face to the mirror, wipes away the tears still filling her eyes, and takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure as much as possible . She turns on the water in the sink, pretending to be busy washing her face, drowning out the sound of the water over her remaining gasps, and bends down to wet her face, as if trying to hide the traces of her crying quickly.

Mira takes a deep breath, trying to control herself for a moment, then in a halting voice but trying to sound normal, she says in a trembling voice:

"Here I come, Anya...just wait a moment."

She quickly went back to washing her face, running her hands over her puffy eyes, and controlling her breathing with effort so that no trace of her crying would appear. She tries hard to keep a normal look on her face, and presses her lips to prevent herself from collapsing again, so that she can open the door without her weakness being exposed.

(Anya is her best friend)

(Mira slowly opens the door, expecting to see Anya waiting for her outside, but she does not find her. She looks around her hospital room because they haven't released her from the hospital yet. The place is quiet and surrounded by stifling silence as she sits quietly. A message comes to her on her broken and shattered phone next to the bed, vibrating gently. She picks it up with a trembling hand, turns it over in her hands, and tries to open the cracked screen to find an incoming message. She slowly opened her broken phone, and an old picture filled the cracked screen. She kept staring at the picture, time stopped around her for a moment.)

147 days before the accident

....

(Perhaps we should stop remembering the past. We must explore what the future will offer us. If you are let down once or twice, this does not mean that the entire world has let you down..! Maybe the moment you come out of your little hiding place.. (you will love and be loved) so do not force yourself to stay away from everyone..! Advice from me _thanks for reading_)