The human mind, when struck by a trauma too vast for its internal architecture to contain, possesses a violent, merciful defense mechanism: it shuts down the light.
In the seventy-two hours following the betrayal at the Vanguard interview drive, Ichha barely spoke. Meera had not left her since finding her broken at the bus shelter. She had brought her back to Room 304, forced water between her lips, cleaned the blood from her knuckles, and sat beside her through three silent nights while Ichha withdrew completely into herself.
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