zhuliya
Dayana was taught her whole life that her voice was worthless. That speaking up was a crime, and stuttering was proof she deserved silence.
He was the only place she was ever sure. A supporting actor on screen who unknowingly kept her breathing when she was taught to shut down.
Years later, she stands in front of classrooms. He stands in front of cameras as the main lead the world adores.
One glance undoes her years of silence. Something bitter haunts. Something sweet remains. Both taste of enduring someone who still calls her nothing, because a stranger once made her feel like something. Even after all this time.