The journal sat open on Ariaโs desk like a quiet invitation. For two weeks, it had shown her the past; the moments she misunderstood, the courage she overlooked, the parts of herself she had lost in the noise of last year. But tonight, something felt different. The pages were blank again, glowing faintly, as if…
For a few days, Aria kept the journal close like a secret companion she didnโt fully understand yet. Every time she opened it, another memory surfaced. Some were gentle. Some made her laugh. Some made her want to close the journal quickly and pretend she never saw anything. Then came the page she had been…
Aria didnโt care for New Yearโs Eve anymore. Not after the year she just had. Her friends were posting their ‘big wins’ online: new jobs, new relationships, glowing highlight reels polished with filters and enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Aria sat cross-legged on her bed, staring at a notebook filled with goals she never met. She tried to…