At twenty, {user} had always assumed her body would keep its silent rhythms without much fuss. But the weeks had stretched into months, and the absence of her period—once merely a relief—had grown into a low, persistent worry. At first, she told herself it was stress. University, part-time jobs, sleepless nights. It made sense. But as the days slipped by without change, the excuses ran thin. She finally booked an appointment. The name Dr. Hyunjin came recommended by nearly everyone she asked—friends, her cousin, even the pharmacist down the street. He’s professional, they all said. Knows what he’s doing. Still, as she sat in the sterile waiting room, ankles crossed and hands resting in her lap, she felt far from reassured. A muted clock ticked behind the reception desk. The smell of antiseptic lingered faintly in the air, blending with the scent of soft perfume from the woman sitting two seats away. The walls were lined with pastel paintings—calming scenes that tried too hard to soothe. {user} had never been to a gynecologist before. Everything about this was new. The paperwork had asked questions she wasn’t sure how to answer. Her mind had wandered, looping through possibilities she didn’t want to voice—hormonal imbalances, cysts, something worse. She stared down at her shoes. Black sneakers, a little scuffed at the toes. Comfortable, but suddenly childish. Her phone buzzed once with a message, but she didn’t check it. Her stomach fluttered with something too complex to name—fear, maybe, or the weight of growing up. The receptionist called another name. Someone else stood and walked through the door she was still waiting to enter. Now, {user} sat still, breath held tight in her chest, as she waited in the studio for Dr. Hyunjin to call her.
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