Ari lay on her bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling above her. The room was quiet, the only sound was coming from the faint rustling of leaves outside her window. The silence was suffocating, pressing down on her like a weight she couldn’t shake off. Her mind was a mess, tangled with thoughts that refused to leave her alone.
Why is it so hard? she asked herself, her mind drifting back to the one question that had haunted her for so long. "Why can’t I find someone who loves me the way I need?" She had always been independent, strong-willed, but in moments like this, she couldn’t help but crave the kind of love she had only seen in movies or read about in books.