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Ava on the edge of her worn-out bed, staring blankly at the diploma she had just received from the prestigious University of Lane. The room, sparsely furnished with a small desk, a single chair, and a rickety wardrobe, echoed her own sense of emptiness. She had dreamed of this moment for years, imagining the exhilaration that would accompany her graduation. But now, all she felt was a profound confusion, a gnawing uncertainty that seemed to engulf her.

Being an orphan had defined Emily's life. She had grown up in the confines of an overcrowded orphanage, where survival took precedence over dreams. The notion of education was a luxury beyond reach for many of the children there. Yet, Emily had been one of the fortunate few who received a scholarship, granting her an opportunity to attend the prestigious University of Lane.

As she traced her fingers along the embossed seal on the diploma, a sense of achievement mingled with a stark reality. The walls of her small apartment seemed to close in on her, mirroring the confined life she had led for far too long. The familiar pang of loneliness settled in her chest, reminding her of the countless times she had yearned for guidance, for someone to help her navigate the uncharted path that lay ahead.

But no one had come forward.

The graduation ceremony had been a blur of congratulations, claps on the back, and smiles from acquaintances, all eager to move on with their own lives. however, had felt a deep disconnect, as if she were an outsider, unwelcome in a world that expected her to find her purpose effortlessly.

She had tried reaching out, asking for advice, but the responses had been lukewarm at best. Professors brushed her off with vague reassurances, career counselors offered clichéd platitudes, and even her fellow students seemed too preoccupied with their own futures to lend her a hand. It was as if she had been labeled "unwanted" by the very society that had deemed her worthy of an education.

Ava's thoughts drifted back to her childhood dreams, the ones she had forged within the walls of the orphanage. She had always yearned to make a difference, to help those who, like her, had been cast aside by life's capricious hand. But now, as she sat in her solitary room, the dreams seemed distant and unattainable.