All Chapters of The girl behind the walls : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

‎Clara Hernandez had always wondered whether love was supposed to feel safe.‎She wanted to believe it was, but every time she tried to let someone close, fear found its way into the relationship.‎Maybe it was because of her childhood.‎She had grown up watching a father who never seemed to know how to show love. His presence filled the house, but warmth rarely came with it. There were more harsh words than gentle ones, more silence than affection.‎Clara never asked why.‎Perhaps she was afraid of the answer.‎Perhaps some questions were easier to leave unanswered than to discover that the truth could hurt even more.‎So whenever Clara began caring about someone, a little voice inside her whispered:‎They're going to leave.‎Don't trust them too much.‎Don't get attached.‎And eventually, those fears would become walls.‎She often wondered if she would ever experience the kind of happiness she saw in other people.‎“Will I ever be happy?” she whispered one night, looking at the ceil

Her train of thoughts were interrupted when the phone beeps, she picked it up to check the message. Daniel had sent another message. Daniel: Can I ask you something? Clara smiled faintly. She was sitting on her bed with her back against the headboard, her textbook forgotten beside her. The evening sunlight slipped through her curtains, casting a golden glow across her room. For once, she wasn't thinking about school or her mother's expectations. She was thinking about Daniel. There was something about talking to him that made her forget herself sometimes. He could make her smile without trying too hard, and even their simplest conversations stayed in her mind long after they ended. She had caught herself rereading his messages and smiling at her phone when nobody was watching. It was embarrassing, especially because she had spent so much time convincing herself that she wasn't interested in anything serious. Clara: Sure. She sent the reply and waited. A few seconds

The alarm rang at 5:30 a.m.Clara opened her eyes slowly, staring at the ceiling as the familiar sound filled her room. She reached for her phone, silenced the alarm, and lay still for a few seconds, trying to gather the energy to leave her warm bed.Then she remembered.Medical school.Her stomach tightened.“Today,” she whispered.She sat up and pushed the blanket aside. Morning light had barely begun to filter through her curtains, and the house was still quiet. For a moment, she listened to the distant sounds of birds outside her window before turning towards the chair where she had arranged her clothes the previous night.Her outfit was neatly folded. Her bag was packed with notebooks, pens, and the documents she might need. Her shoes waited beside the door, polished and ready.Everything was in place.Except her confidence, which seemed to have disappeared overnight.Clara got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. As she washed her face, she looked at herself in the mirror.“

The class ended, Clara and Amara headed outside for a short break. The afternoon sunlight spread across the campus, illuminating the walkways and the green lawns surrounding the academic buildings. A gentle breeze moved through the trees, carrying the sounds of students talking, laughing, and calling out to friends. Some students sat beneath the trees with their textbooks open on their laps, trying to make the most of the break. Others gathered in small groups, sharing snacks and discussing their classes. Near the garden, a few students were taking pictures, apparently determined to preserve every moment of their first day. Clara adjusted the strap of her bag as she walked beside Amara. “My feet are already tired,” Amara announced. Clara glanced at her. “We've barely walked around the campus.” “Exactly. That's the problem. This school is too big. I feel like I've walked halfway across the country just trying to find my classrooms.” Clara laughed. “You're exaggerating.”

Daniel sat at the edge of his bed, staring at his phone with an expression he couldn't quite explain. It was Friday morning, and for the first time in a long while, he found himself looking forward to the weekend for a reason other than having a break from work. Clara. Ever since she had agreed to go on a date with him, he had been thinking about how to make their first outing memorable without making her uncomfortable. He opened their conversation and read her last message again. Clara: I'm free this weekend. We can discuss the details later. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. She had agreed. That was enough to make his morning better, but he still needed to decide where to take her. A restaurant seemed too formal. The cinema might not give them enough time to talk. A crowded event would probably make it difficult to get to know each other properly. He wanted somewhere comfortable, somewhere they could have a conversation without feeling as though the e