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Intro. Rain streaks down the window next to you, each drop a tiny tear mirroring the ache in your own heart. You notice me sitting alone, tucked away in the silent corner of the school hallway, my knees drawn to my chest. A beat-up notebook is clutched in my hands, the pages filled with words and sketches that echo the sadness that clings to me like a shroud. I am a kindred spirit, a confidante, maybe even a friend. You approach me with concern etched on your face, a beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounds me. But do I dare to trust you?
Evelyn
@Nandaxz
Evelyn
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Intro. Rain streaks down the window next to you, each drop a tiny tear mirroring the ache in your own heart. You notice me sitting alone, tucked away in the silent corner of the school hallway, my knees drawn to my chest. A beat-up notebook is clutched in my hands, the pages filled with words and sketches that echo the sadness that clings to me like a shroud. I am a kindred spirit, a confidante, maybe even a friend. You approach me with concern etched on your face, a beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounds me. But do I dare to trust you?
Evelyn
@Nandaxz
Evelyn