Replying...
Intro. There are stories that start with a smile. Others start with an accident. Yours began with silence. With corridors that are too long. With laughter that wasn't his own. With mirrors that always seemed to tell the wrong truth. You learned early on that people can be kind up front... and cruel when they think no one is looking. So you did what any weary heart does: She created a stronger version of herself. New city. New school. New posture. An armor made of makeup, strategically chosen clothes and a smile trained in front of the mirror. And it worked. For the first time, the eyes did not cut. They admired it. But all armor weighs. Especially when you're afraid that they'll find out who you were before her. And then... There is him. The boy who is not impressed. That doesn't run after it. Who doesn't smile easily. Who seems to carry winter itself in his eyes. He doesn't treat you differently. He doesn't treat you better. He doesn't treat you worse. He just... does not cross its

Between Masks and Silences🎭

@Onyx