I sprinted through the echoing corridors of IIT Kharagpur, my breath ragged, my heart a trapped bird hammering against my ribs. The cold tile beneath my feet blurred as I pushed myself faster, desperate for the solitude of the terrace. System Engineering. Mechanics. Two red slashes across my academic record, each a brand seared into my soul. Hope, the fragile butterfly I’d carried for so long, had finally given up, its wings crumbling to dust. I knew, with a chilling certainty, that I would never reach the heights I had dreamed of. The terrace doors swung open with a groan, revealing the vast, star-studded sky. The wind whipped at my face, a cold caress that mirrored the emptiness inside me. I walked to the edge, the drop a dizzying invitation. "Where are you off to?" The voice, a low murmur from behind me, made me jump. I whirled around, my eyes struggling to adjust to the dim light. He was a senior, I recognized him from a few pictures I have seen of him from our hostel...
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