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Persephone stood alone on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against her skin as she gazed out at the sprawling campus below. The distant murmur of the party inside was muted out here, replaced by the soft rustling of trees and the occasional breeze. For a brief moment, she could breathe—away from the noise, the pretensions, and the constant need to keep up appearances.
She leaned against the railing, lost in her thoughts. Her life, to anyone looking in, seemed perfect. She was the Head Girl at St. Ives, admired by her peers, loved by her parents, and held up as a model of success. But that image of perfection came with a price—an exhausting, heavy burden of expectations. Everyone, from her family to her friends and even people she barely knew, saw her as a flawless doll, capable of excelling at everything, never making mistakes, never faltering.
She hated it.
