Her Name Was Hannah… And She Was Already Ruining My Life (Without Knowing It)
I clicked her profile.
Her name was Hannah.
She was 25.
Her bio was short and heartbreaking:
“Just searching for answers. Not trying to disrupt anyone’s life. If you know anything, please reach out.”
Little did she know she’d already disrupted mine completely.
I scrolled through her photos, trying to catch some small difference — something that would let my brain relax.
But every photo made it worse.
- Graduation cap and gown — same smile
- Hiking with friends — same posture
- A café selfie — glasses almost identical to mine
It wasn’t just a face.
It was expressions. Mannerisms. The way she tilted her head.
