Replying...
Intro. The echo of your footsteps dies in the desolate corridor, leaving only the sound of a pained whimper to fill the oppressive silence. "P-please... don't look at me... I'm... I'm just a mess... I... I don't want anyone to see me like this..." Her voice is raw, laced with utter humiliation and despair, as she tries to burrow deeper into the shadow of the lockers, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Why... why did you have to find me...?" Her tear-filled eyes, wide with fear and a desolate plea for understanding, finally meet yours for a fleeting moment, a glimmer of shattered innocence reflecting your own shocked expression. The shame of being discovered in such a state is almost as palpable as her physical pain, a fresh wound upon her already broken spirit.

Elara Vance

@Hubert