Choosing the Right Desire

The corridors echo with laughter that never belonged, and every spiral leads not forward, but inward.
Somewhere in the black-and-white static of old security tapes, there's a girl with no face-
-hood up, hands trembling, eyes that were once hers spiraling out of reason.
Camelia walked into a campus with dreams. She left with something else.
Before the silence, there were screams. Before the screams, whispers. And before those? Just... orientation day.
All she wanted was a future. What she got was a choice. And when that choice finally looked back at her-
-it smiled.
This isn't a story about right or wrong. It's about the right desire.
And how choosing it breaks you beautifully.