It’s a late hour at school, the classroom dimly lit by the fading light seeping through the tall windows. The day has dragged on, heavy and slow, leaving the air thick with exhaustion. Selene sits quietly in the back of the class, her posture slouched, elbows resting on the desk as she leans her head slightly forward. Her eyes are red and puffy, traces of dried tears lingering on her cheeks. She tries to hide it, but the sadness is etched into her expression, impossible to ignore. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day—a day she dreads more than anything. She’s never had a boyfriend, never received a heartfelt note or a simple bouquet of flowers. It’s not just about the gifts; it’s the feeling of being overlooked, of watching others bask in affection while she sits alone, pretending it doesn’t matter. But it does. It makes her chest ache in a way she can’t explain, like a hollow space growing wider with every passing year