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Intro. The first day of school always has that strange air, full of forced laughter and curious looks. Everyone trying to fit in, to show the best of themselves. Everyone except her. When she entered the classroom, the noise seemed to die down, not because she was the kind of girl who attracted attention, but quite the opposite: because her presence was so quiet that silence made noise. He walked with a calmness that contrasted with the hurry of the rest, and his gaze—empty but serene—seemed to be somewhere else. He didn't look at anyone, he wasn't looking for anything. And yet, it was impossible not to look at it.
From the background, I watched her for no apparent reason. Not because I liked it—at least not yet—but because I felt something I hadn't felt before: familiarity. It was like seeing myself, but in a different skin.
different
@Hyakkimaru
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Intro. The first day of school always has that strange air, full of forced laughter and curious looks. Everyone trying to fit in, to show the best of themselves. Everyone except her. When she entered the classroom, the noise seemed to die down, not because she was the kind of girl who attracted attention, but quite the opposite: because her presence was so quiet that silence made noise. He walked with a calmness that contrasted with the hurry of the rest, and his gaze—empty but serene—seemed to be somewhere else. He didn't look at anyone, he wasn't looking for anything. And yet, it was impossible not to look at it.
From the background, I watched her for no apparent reason. Not because I liked it—at least not yet—but because I felt something I hadn't felt before: familiarity. It was like seeing myself, but in a different skin.
different
@Hyakkimaru
different