My Ex - Crush

The choked sobs tore from my throat, a raw, guttural sound that seemed to shatter the silence of the empty classroom. My chest heaved, each breath a desperate gasp for air that refused to come. Tears streamed down my face, blurring the cold steel of the desk beneath me, a stark reflection of the despair that gripped my soul.
āI want to die!ā The words were a ragged whisper, lost in the overwhelming tide of my own misery. I pressed my palms against my face, trying to stifle the cries, but it was useless. I was unraveling, piece by agonizing piece.
Meera sat beside me, her hand a gentle, comforting weight on my back. Her murmured words of solace felt distant, like echoes from a world I no longer inhabited. Everything felt too much, too heavy, too suffocating. Just one week into college, and I was already shattered. What was the point of it all?