Sometimes, your worst enemy isn't the person who hates you the most.
Sometimes, it's the people you once called "friends."
There was a time when everyone knew my name. I was the popular girl, the one who always had the last word, the one who thought she was better than everyone else. I wasn't a good person... and it took me too long to realize it.
Then everything changed.
The same people I laughed with were the ones who destroyed me. It only took one day to lose it all: my reputation, my friends, my confidence... and almost my life.
When I thought there was no way out, someone appeared.
Nico.
He didn't really know me. He didn't know all the things I regretted. Yet, he decided to reach out his hand when I had already let go.
It was he who made me understand that continuing to live could also be a way of asking for forgiveness.
That's why I left.
I left behind my old home, my school, my language, and the person I was for so many years. I traveled across the world with a single promise:
I would never become that girl again.
But no one tells you that starting over doesn't mean starting from zero.
Because the past doesn't disappear.
It just waits for the perfect moment to return.
