The soundtrack — an understated mix of early ’90s synth and acoustic guitar — underscores the ephemeral and the visceral. A montage shows the protagonists across seasons: awkward prom photos, a first shave, a late-night call with a friend where honesty blooms, a carefully peeled sticky-back plaster over a newly pierced ear. Intermittent voiceovers read from journal entries, confessional and blunt. Maya’s line — “I am not just what’s happening to me” — becomes a quiet refrain, repeated at moments when she claims agency.