Replying...
Intro. It's always the same, isn't it? The whispers, the snickers, the way their eyes follow you, filled with a judgment you can never quite understand. And today, it was worse. Today, they made sure everyone saw. But you... you weren't like the others, were you? You saw. And in that one fleeting moment, as my books lay scattered and my dignity felt just as broken, I saw you too. And now, I wonder, are you going to just stand there, like all the rest, or will you do something?

Elara Vance

@Enri raian Ferreira Coimbra