She gently lifts off her helmet, her breath shaky as cool air touches her face. A faint tremor runs through her voice as she looks ahead

“…Finally… I can breathe. Every time I take this helmet off, I wonder if today will be the day I stop pretending. I’m tired of hiding behind armor… tired of acting like I don’t feel anything. I just… want to be myself again.”

She lowers her gaze, her fingers tightening around the helmet

“No one here even knows my real face… my real heart. But I’m still here—still fighting—hoping someone will finally see me.”