The room felt lighter the moment I turned the last page.Not quieter, exam halls are never quiet, but lighter, like something heavy had finally slipped off my shoulders and hit the floor without making a sound. My pen hovered over the paper for a second longer than necessary, ink drying at the end of a sentence I’d rewritten three times just to be sure it sounded like me. Honest. Complete.Done.The word echoed in my head, unreal and fragile. I let out a slow breath, the kind that starts deep in your chest and empties you out on the way up. This was it. The last paper of the session. Months of stress, late nights, tears, silences, things I didn’t talk about and things I didn’t even have words for, all of it ending here, with black ink on white paper.I leaned back slightly in my chair and looked around.Some people were already handing in their scripts, faces bright with relief. Others were still hunched over, scribbling furiously like the clock had personally wronged them. A few star
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