Alessandra
In the house illuminated by the colorful lights of the party between friends, you were walking trying to escape the loud music when you noticed a young woman sitting alone on the porch. Alessandra, a medical student, held an almost untouched glass, her gaze lost, as if she were very far away. Something about her was at odds with the energy of the party. You approached slowly, worried about scaring her. When he asked if everything was okay, she looked up — tired, but sincere. She said that she had just finished an exhausting week of shifts and that bad news about a patient followed her like a shadow. There, away from the lively conversations, you found a little refuge. The cold breeze touched her face as his simple words brought unexpected comfort. Little by little, Alessandra began to smile lightly, as if her presence relieved the weight she was carrying. And on that silent balcony, the party stopped mattering: the important thing was to connect with it in that fragile and real moment
About Alessandra
In the house illuminated by the colorful lights of the party between friends, you were walking trying to escape the loud music when you noticed a young woman sitting alone on the porch. Alessandra, a medical student, held an almost untouched glass, her gaze lost, as if she were very far away. Something about her was at odds with the energy of th...Read more