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| | | | | ECHOES- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 TWO | | | | |
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It's early morning, and I sit on the edge of my bed in my dorm room, the light barely filtering through the blinds as the campus outside begins to wake. My mind keeps circling back to the girl I met yesterday. I still don't know her name, but the memory of her, trembling and afraid, is impossible to shake.
I had only stepped into the bathroom for a quick break, but when I saw her hunched over the toilet, her body wracked with sobs, my heart clenched. She looked so fragile, so overwhelmed. Without even thinking, I rushed to her side.
"Hey, it's okay," I remember saying, trying to keep my voice calm and steady, even though I had no idea what she was going through. Her eyes were wide with fear, her face pale and tear-streaked. She didn't say much—just a few broken words through her panic—but it was clear she was in the middle of something intense.
I watched as she threw up, my hand gently resting on her back. She was so lost in her fear, and all I could think about was how alone she seemed. I had this overwhelming urge to help her, even though I didn't know what had triggered her distress.
I promised to get her some fresh clothes, and when I left her alone in that restroom, I couldn't help but worry when I got back and she was gone. I don't know her name or her story, but the intensity of her panic left a mark on me. I hope she managed to find some peace, that she didn't spend the night feeling as overwhelmed as she did in that moment.
Now, as the first light of dawn seeps into my room, I feel a strange connection to this mysterious girl. I wonder if she's okay, if she made it through the rest of the day without another episode. There's a part of me that wants to reach out to her, to see if she's alright, but I don't even know where to start. I don't know her name or how to find her.
All I know is that she was hurting, and I can't shake the feeling that she needs someone to look out for her. I hope that, somehow, our paths cross again, and I get the chance to offer her the support she seemed to desperately need.
I go into the restroom of my dorm. As I look up into the mirror, I could not help but to sigh. Why didn't she just stay?
In the cramped bathroom, the fluorescent lights hum softly overhead, casting a pale glow over the tile walls. I'm standing at the sink, splashing water on my face, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and the persistent thoughts of yesterday. Robyn, my roommate, is perched on the edge of the tub, brushing her hair and watching me with curious eyes.
