(Michelle Lui's POV)
Sunlight pressed gently against my eyelids before I even fully woke.
Not harsh.
Not dramatic.
Just a soft warmth — the kind that makes you blink slowly and remember where you are, what day it is, and what things still sit quietly inside your chest.
Last day.
Our final morning in Country A.
The room was silent except for Kate's soft breathing in the next bed. Outside the balcony doors, I heard the distant hum of the city waking — traffic, footsteps, the faint whistle of the wind against tall glass towers.
I lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling.
No panic this time.
No emotional whirlwind.
Just… me.
And the truth I had been running from.
The "pull."
For days I have been too stupid, in denial, afraid of disrupting anything, hurting anyone.
As if life centered on this one single pivotal moment when in reality it should not.
I am not a real teenage girl stuck in a teenage drama!
