~She breaks a little more every time she tries to heal~

She is like a dice—many-sided, ever-rotating, revealing only what the world is meant to see. To close ones, she is the cheerful optimist, always laughing, always lifting others up like she carries the sun inside her. To others, she is the quiet thinker, lost in books, eyes full of questions she never asks out loud. In another moment, she is the fighter, standing strong, unyielding in the face of challenges. She adapts, shifts, and rolls with life, showing different versions of herself depending on who is watching.

But like a dice, she has a side that no one ever sees. No matter how many times she is tossed, no matter which way she lands, there is always one face pressed against the surface, hidden from view. It is the part of her she guards most fiercely—A hidden side, untouched by the world's expectations, a secret part of her soul that belongs only to her. the one that carries her silent battles, her unshed tears, her untold dreams, and the battles that she fought against her nightmares.

When her friends joke around, she laughs, but they don't see the loneliness she swallows. When she comforts others, no one notices the exhaustion in her own eyes. When she wins battles, no one hears the doubts that whispered in her mind before the fight. She keeps that side tucked away, because some emotions feel too heavy to share, some scars too deep to expose, some dreams too fragile to be placed in the hands of the world.

She is a dice—colorful, complex, seemingly open but never fully known. And maybe, just maybe, she likes it that way.

She once knew love—maybe not the deepest kind, but enough to feel like she belonged. But everything changed when her younger sister twisted the truth, turning their parents against her. A single lie was all it took for their love to vanish, replaced by coldness, anger, and blame. No matter how much she tried to prove her innocence, they refused to listen. The people who should have protected her became the ones who hurt her the most.

The fear, the helplessness, the feeling of being lost in the dark—it never left her. It haunted her, leaving invisible scars no one seemed to notice.

The only ones who truly loved her were her grandparents and her brother. They were her safe place in a world that had turned against her. Her brother, her protector, was the only person who truly saw her pain. But love wasn't enough to shield her from the fate her parents had planned.

They forced her into a marriage she never wanted, taking away her last bit of control. Once again, she was trapped, just as she had always been. Her life had never been hers to decide.

Yet, despite everything, she endured. The past had broken her, but it had not destroyed her. Beneath all the pain, there was still a spark of strength—one that refused to fade.