Shattered Moments
That weird start-of-session energy had kicked in with people reuniting, sharing stories of the holidays and eyeing new faces.
The air smelled like dust and grass. The sky looked like it was torn between raining and not. I breathed it all in.
For a second, I allowed myself to feel proud. I had done it again. Topped the class last session. Stayed focused. Made Mum and Dad proud.
Except... he's in a critical situation where we don't know his fate yet.
The thought slipped in before I could block it. Like a tiny leak in a perfect picture frame. Just enough to sting, not enough to cry. I looked up at the clouds, wishing for rain to drop, although not too heavy, just enough to explain my mood.
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