BEACON

to confront the pain and find the strength in my own narrative. With each keystroke, I delved into memories and emotions I had long kept hidden... Each word typed onto the

er shoots that dared to reach for the sun. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I could see the transformation in the mirror, not just in my reflection but in the light that danced in my eyes. Each chapter I penned was a page turned in the story of my own healing. But it wasn't just about the past. Through the act of writing

but not my personality because that's who I really am. Af

dow, it started getting cold I wanted to stand up and lick the windows but that was the on

nute or seconds late I would miss the bus because of the rain. Finally I got there early. I stood and waited for the bus to arrive, immediately the bus arrived. I hopped on it and gave a big comfortable sigh. I got to school earlier than I always did. I decided to maintain my lane in class and pay attention to

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ame is Fyn and

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oked at her and told her "yes of course". She was fulfilled and happy she left smiling and telling me to always call her whenever I need some help. I nodded and thanked her. In my mind I was scared but I decided to just let go of my past and make new friends. After

mpanionship. It was a more equal friendship this time around as I didn't force anything this time, she was a friend sent to me by the heavens. However, life has a way of throwing unexpected twists.

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of her tone, and my heart

ound, but I assured her that it was okay to tell me anything

l in a different city. My family is

felt a lump form in my throat. It was a

Oh, F

we have left together, but I'm truly sorry and I promise not to ever let you g

loved me, and I knew she was struggling with the decision she had made. I felt ho

est for you and your family, I totally understa

ation settled in, and I knew that our time as friends was limited, but I trust it

at life would take us in different directions anytime. As the day of her departure arrived, I stood at the bus stop, trying to hold back tears. She was going to board a bus t

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gratitude wash over me. Fyn had come into my life like a bright light, teaching me the value of friendship in the little time we spent together . In the days that followe

of my own journey, knowing that the path ahead would be both