In the quiet dorm room, a girl lay curled up on the bed, her body trembling as soft sobs escaped her lips. Her arms were folded tightly around her knees, trying to hold herself together. The world outside felt too loud, too cruel, and she didn't know how to face it anymore. A gentle knock came at the door.
"Please open the door... we want to help you," came the voice of another girl, soft but full of concern.
There was silence for a moment. Then, slowly, the girl on the bed sat up. Her face was red and streaked with tears, her eyes swollen. But something in that voice… it gave her strength. She stood up shakily and walked to the door.
When she opened it, she was greeted by a warm, tight hug from one of the girls. "We're here for you," the girl whispered. "You're not alone."
The crying girl broke down again, but this time in the arms of someone who cared. The girl rubbing her back whispered, "Just tell him you like him. It's okay to feel."
