Time passed.
Days moved forward.
But some feelings didn't.
Aarvika grew older, but that quiet fear stayed somewhere inside her. She didn't talk about it. She didn't try to understand it fully. It just stayed with her, silently becoming a part of how she reacted to things.
At that time, she was still very young.
Too young to understand everything clearly.
School was a normal part of her life.
Every day looked the same from the outside.
Classes.
Teachers.
Students.
But inside—
she was always a little careful.
One day, the teacher made her sit with a boy.
It didn't feel important.
Just a normal seat change.
At first, everything was fine.
Nothing felt wrong.
Nothing felt different.
Then one day—
something changed.
She felt a small touch.
So light that she almost ignored it.
She thought it might be by mistake.
So she didn't react.
She adjusted herself slightly and tried to focus on the class. The teacher was explaining something, students were writing, everything looked normal.
But she couldn't focus.
After some time—
it happened again.
This time, she noticed it clearly.
Her fingers tightened.
Her body became still.
She didn't look at him immediately.
She just sat there.
Trying to understand.
But she was too young.
She didn't know what it meant.
She didn't know how to react.
She only knew one thing—
it didn't feel right.
After a few minutes—
it happened again.
Now she felt scared.
Her heart started beating faster.
She didn't move.
She didn't say anything.
She just froze.
She didn't know what to do.
She didn't have the words.
Slowly, she looked at him.
He looked normal.
Calm.
Like nothing had happened.
That confused her even more.
"Maybe it's nothing…" she thought.
Because at that age—
she didn't understand what was right or wrong properly.
She only felt discomfort.
Days passed.
And it didn't stop.
Every time she sat there—
she felt the same thing.
Her body stayed stiff.
Her hands stayed on the desk.
She stopped moving freely.
She stopped talking.
She just waited.
For the class to end.
That became the only thing she focused on.
She didn't tell anyone.
Not her teacher.
Not at home.
Because she didn't know how to explain it.
She didn't even know how to name it.
She only had a feeling.
Fear.
Slowly, school didn't feel the same anymore.
Earlier, it was just a place.
Now, it felt heavy.
Every morning felt difficult.
Sometimes she didn't even understand why she didn't want to go.
If someone asked—
she had no answer.
Because she didn't understand it herself.
Then one day—
he stopped coming.
Just like that.
No explanation.
No reason.
His seat was empty.
Days passed.
He never came back.
He transferred another school.
And slowly—
everything became normal again.
At least on the outside.
She could sit without that fear.
She could breathe normally again.
But inside—
something had already changed.
A small fear stayed.
A discomfort she couldn't explain.
After that—
being around boys didn't feel easy anymore.
Even if they did nothing—
she still felt uncomfortable.
Like her body remembered something
her mind didn't fully understand.
Time passed again.
But that feeling never fully left.
Aarvika stayed quiet.
And that was the thing—
she never said anything.
Not then.
Not later.
And maybe—
that silence stayed with her the longest.