"You're not weak? Then prove it. Show the world that strength isn't about never falling, but about rising every time you do."
Have you ever felt like your heart was put in a blender, its blade cutting through mercilessly? That was how Estelle felt as she gripped the tennis racket, so tightly her knuckles turned white. The rhythmic sound of the ball bouncing back against the wall echoed in the empty court, along with the thudding of her heart. She had come here to be alone, to rid herself of the suffocating thoughts that had tormented her all day. And every time the ball slammed hard against the wall, she felt all the pain she had been holding in tearing out of her body with a pain she could no longer bother to care about.
The revelation… the revelation had pulled open a raw wound in her,
