PLEASE, DON’T ASK HER WHY SHE CHANGED
PLEASE, DON’T ASK HER WHY SHE CHANGED There was once a girl who slept without fearing the dark. She laughed with her whole body, trusted hands without studying them, and never checked twice if the door was locked. Then one night— someone turned her body into a place she was afraid to live in. And the saddest part? Morning still came. The birds still sang. People still drank their coffee. The sun touched the windows as if nothing had happened. But for her— the whole world had ended and nobody noticed. She came home carrying a silence heavier than her own bones. She stood beneath the shower until the water became cold. She scrubbed her skin. Once. Twice. Again. Again. Again. Until her body turned red. But tell me— how do you wash a memory when it lives beneath the skin? She looked into the mirror and covered herself. Not because she was ashamed of her body— but because her body had become a witness. At night, she sleeps with her eyes closed b...