A few days later, her condition worsened. There was hardly a day that her chest did not hurt. She was on her way to Chillet’s house. Her chest hurt again.

“Beshyyy!” Chillet called and hugged her.

They just talked at its house while she was helping Chillet do the project. It’s only a few weeks and the school year will be over.

“Beshy, it’s really sad and you didn’t go to college,” it says.

“Are you planning to study again?”

She just smiled. Even if she wants to, it’s not possible. She knew she would waste money and time if she continued to study. Especially since her life is not...