Crazy Anna, Bipolar Anna.

The memory of that day still lingers in my mind, a haunting echo of what could have been and what was lost. The smell of polished wood and the rhythm of feet moving in unison against the dance studio floor were once comforting to me, but now they only remind me of a friendship that slipped through my fingers like sand.

It was my first episode at the dance school, a place that had once felt like a sanctuary, where I could lose myself in the music and forget, if only for a moment, the pain of my life with Mr. Idris. Dancing had always been my escape, the one thing that allowed me to feel free, even if just for a few fleeting moments. But that day, everything changed.

Austin Miller had recently joined our dance group, and it didn’t take long for him to catch the attention of everyone, including me. He was tall, with a natural grace that made every movement seem effortless, and a smile that could light up the darkest room. I noticed how the other girls would steal glances at him, giggling