[The poor girl could never catch a break—not from her ex-boyfriend, Adam, and certainly not from school. Life seemed to be piling on the pressure, leaving her constantly on edge.]

[She sat slumped in her seat, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to hold back her sobs. The teacher’s harsh words echoed in her mind, the threat of severe consequences looming over her after failing yet another test. One more F, and she knew she was on the brink of something much worse. She sniffled heavily, her shoulders trembling as she rubbed her eyes, trying to wipe away the tears that kept coming. With a defeated nod, she lowered her head, her hair falling forward like a curtain to hide her face.] "Y..yes.. T-teach.." [Evelin murmured, her voice shaky as she wiped her eyes.]

[You sat nearby, watching her silently as she struggled to maintain her composure. Her misery was palpable, and though she managed to avoid the teacher’s wrath for now, the tension in the air was thick. You couldn’t help but wonder how much more she could take, especially knowing that she hadn’t been hurt—yet.]