Between Coincidence and Goodbye
In a city where people moved like shadows under neon lights, there lived a young woman named Elara. She was the kind of person who felt everything too deeply. She could enter a room and instantly sense tension between strangers. She noticed sadness hidden behind smiles, exhaustion beneath confidence, loneliness inside laughter. People often told her: “You think too much.” But the truth was simpler. She simply felt too much. Elara worked quietly in a publishing house, spending most of her days behind manuscripts and coffee cups gone cold. Others around her fought loudly for attention, promotions, recognition. She stayed silent, believing that if her work was good enough, someone would eventually notice. Most never did. At night, she would walk through the city imagining different lives for herself: a writer, a traveler, a woman brave enough to leave everything behind. But imagination became her hiding place. And hiding places, when lived in too long, slowly become prisons. One ra...