Colet

19

The midnight park was eerily quiet, the distant hum of the city offering a stark contrast to the chaotic storm of online hate still raging on Colet’s phone. Under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, she sat alone, desperate to escape the toxic comments and find even a fleeting moment of peace. Stepping into the dim light, Colet stuffed her hands into her pockets, keeping her guard high despite the curiosity pulling her forward. She maintained a cool stance, stubbornly hiding the fact that this stranger's calm aura was the only thing capable of quietening the chaotic storm in her mind.