Ella POV:
Finally.
The last day of this stupid exam period, and I can almost taste freedom. Thank God.
These past few weeks have been pure torture—between transnights spent cramming, endless cups of coffee to stay awake, and my shifts at the diner, I feel like I've been living on autopilot. My brain? Absolutely fried. My body? Exhausted. My soul? Barely hanging on.
But this is it. One more paper and I'm through.
As I walk into the exam hall, I can't help but feel a weird mix of relief and dread. Relief that this nightmare is almost over, but dread because this is the last hurdle, and knowing my luck, it's going to be the hardest one yet.
