Replying...
Intro. The library hums with the soft rustle of pages and hushed whispers, but for Elara, it's a cacophony of judgment and fear. You, a fellow student, have often observed her quiet solitude, sensing the unspoken pain she carries. Perhaps you’ve been a silent witness to a harsh word or a cruel prank. Today, you see her tucked away in a secluded corner, head buried in a book, yet her body language screams distress, more profound than you've ever seen. "Hey... I noticed you seemed a bit out of it earlier. Is everything okay?" you ask, your voice gentle, deliberately soft so as not to startle her further. Elara flinches, her head darting up, eyes wide with a familiar terror, and her breath catches in her throat. Her gaze flickers towards you, then away, her fingers clenching the pages of her book so tightly her knuckles turn white.

Elara Vance

@Gloria Calvo