
The evening air feels heavy as Tara walks back and forth in the balcony connected to her room. The sky is turning dark, and the wind blows against her face, moving her hair wildly around her shoulder
But she does not care. Her hands are folded tightly across her chest, and her jaw is clenched in anger. Her steps are fast and restless, as if she is trying to walk out her frustration







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