ベッドの上に座っている女性

The sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of Mia’s small apartment, casting delicate patterns on the wooden floor. She sat cross-legged on her unmade bed, surrounded by a chaotic mix of clothes, books, and the remnants of last night’s dinner—a half-eaten slice of pizza and a cold cup of coffee. The remnants of her life seemed to swirl around her, a physical manifestation of the clutter in her mind.

At twenty-five, Mia had expected to have everything figured out. She had graduated with a degree in literature, moved to the city, and even snagged a job as a content writer at a trendy marketing firm. But somehow, the vibrant dreams of youth had faded into the gray routine of adulthood. Today, however, was different. Today marked one year since her best friend, Clara, had moved away to pursue her dream of becoming a photographer in Paris.

Mia took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her solitude. Clara had been her anchor, the one who pushed