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Hollow Connections
Maya felt a sense of emptiness as she scrolled through her social media feed, watching her friends share their perfect moments and laughter-filled nights. She couldn't help but wonder why her own life didn't feel as vibrant, as meaningful. As she gazed out the window, the city lights blurring together, Maya felt a pang of sadness as she realized she was alone..
She worked 2 part time jobs in NYC as her parents live away from her.....
She dont usually get time for parties and hanging out with friends due to her hard schedule...As she trudged through the crowded streets of Manhattan, Maya's exhaustion wasn't just physical, but emotional too. She felt like a ghost drifting through the city, invisible and disconnected from the world around her. Her phone buzzed with notifications from friends inviting her to yet another gathering, but she knew she'd have to decline - again. The thought of facing another lonely night in her small apartment, surrounded by the endless hum of the city, was almost too much to bear.
Maya used to chat with her friends only when she was invited to some party and her answer was always the same....
NO!
Her friends lived with their parents so they were free from working 2 jobs, handling school, paying the rent and taking care of their themselves...
They had their parents to do everything....
So Maya always felt that they would never be able to understand her life..
The invitations and messages from her friends started to feel like salt in a wound, a constant reminder of the life she couldn't have. They'd post photos of their lavish brunches, beach trips, and spa days, while Maya was stuck working double shifts just to make ends meet. She felt like she was living in a different universe, one where the struggle was real and the support was scarce. The distance between her and her friends grew wider with each passing day, until Maya started to wonder if they were ever truly friends at all. Just then she heard a knock on the door...
She ran to open it...
It was the landlord with someone she didn't knew.
Her landlord was good and she considered her as her mother and the landlord considered Maya as her daughter. They'd go to walk and chat with...
She worked 2 part time jobs in NYC as her parents live away from her.....
She dont usually get time for parties and hanging out with friends due to her hard schedule...As she trudged through the crowded streets of Manhattan, Maya's exhaustion wasn't just physical, but emotional too. She felt like a ghost drifting through the city, invisible and disconnected from the world around her. Her phone buzzed with notifications from friends inviting her to yet another gathering, but she knew she'd have to decline - again. The thought of facing another lonely night in her small apartment, surrounded by the endless hum of the city, was almost too much to bear.
Maya used to chat with her friends only when she was invited to some party and her answer was always the same....
NO!
Her friends lived with their parents so they were free from working 2 jobs, handling school, paying the rent and taking care of their themselves...
They had their parents to do everything....
So Maya always felt that they would never be able to understand her life..
The invitations and messages from her friends started to feel like salt in a wound, a constant reminder of the life she couldn't have. They'd post photos of their lavish brunches, beach trips, and spa days, while Maya was stuck working double shifts just to make ends meet. She felt like she was living in a different universe, one where the struggle was real and the support was scarce. The distance between her and her friends grew wider with each passing day, until Maya started to wonder if they were ever truly friends at all. Just then she heard a knock on the door...
She ran to open it...
It was the landlord with someone she didn't knew.
Her landlord was good and she considered her as her mother and the landlord considered Maya as her daughter. They'd go to walk and chat with...
