1 year later...
She was removed from her current job. No explanation. Just a "thank you" and silence.
She applied everywhere she could. Graphic roles, writing roles, assistant roles, even café jobs. But every time she opened her email, it was either empty… or filled with rejection.
A year had passed since she made that decision to live.
But what did that even mean now?
Living?
She wasn't.
She was just… existing.
No birthday calls.
No "how was your day?" texts.
No one waiting for her to come home.
No warmth in the silence—just echoes.
She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the ceiling fan.
It was spinning.
At least something was moving.
Just then, her phone lit up.
A single notification.
> You are selected as a secretary for our boss.
She blinked.
Her tired fingers scrolled up to read it again.
Yes, her name.
Yes, her resume.
Yes… it was real.
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Maybe both.
A tiny, breathless smile curved on her lips.
And for the first time in a long time, she didn't feel like nothing.
She exhaled. Deeply.
A breath that had been held for too long.
Something shifted.
Again.