In the quiet corners of her mind, there was a noise—a low hum of emotions she never dared to name. It wasn’t sadness or anger, but a fog that wrapped around her thoughts, dimming the clarity of her own soul. She carried it like a secret, not because she wanted to, but because she had learned early that silence was safer. It was easier to retreat into herself than to face the risk of being misunderstood. She built her walls not out of fear, but out of necessity—to protect what she had once thought was too fragile to expose to the world.

Yet, that constant hum, that invisible weight, never left her. It followed her through her days, through her moments of quiet joy and quiet pain. The people around her could never see it—how could they? She had perfected the art of hiding it. To them, she was the calm in the storm, the one who held it all together, always present, always composed. But inside, she knew there was more. She could feel it, this deep ocean of emotions, waiting to break free. She just didn’t know how to swim in it, let alone show it to others.

One day, without warning, a stranger entered her life. Not in grand gestures or words,...