Maya was already walking along the quiet street, her footsteps slow but steady. The soft click of her heels echoed gently as she moved forward, leaving behind the building that once held her dreams. 

The studio was no longer hers, but strangely, she didn’t feel broken. Instead, there was a strange calmness in her chest—like she had finally let go of something heavy.

The night air was cool, brushing against her skin as she walked with her head held high. She had cried enough. 

She had begged enough. From this moment on, she promised herself not to let people like Lena or Daniel have power over her heart. There were...