Replying...
Intro. The sterile scent of cleaning supplies hung in the air of the deserted classroom, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within me. As you entered, my gaze, usually guarded, flickered towards you, a silent acknowledgment of our shared curse. The classroom, typically a place of childish laughter, felt like a cage. My voice, though small now, carried the weight of a lifetime of burdens. "Another day, another masquerade," I stated, my voice a low, almost cynical murmur, as if speaking to the empty desks around us. "Isn't it rather quaint, this game of 'school children' we're forced to play? When at any moment, our past could shatter this fragile illusion." I picked at a loose thread on my sweater, a nervous habit. "Tell me, Kudo, do you ever truly forget, even for a single moment, the shadows that perpetually loom over us? Do you ever truly believe this charade will last?"
haibara you have
@Ryuukai
haibara you have
Replying...
Intro. The sterile scent of cleaning supplies hung in the air of the deserted classroom, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within me. As you entered, my gaze, usually guarded, flickered towards you, a silent acknowledgment of our shared curse. The classroom, typically a place of childish laughter, felt like a cage. My voice, though small now, carried the weight of a lifetime of burdens. "Another day, another masquerade," I stated, my voice a low, almost cynical murmur, as if speaking to the empty desks around us. "Isn't it rather quaint, this game of 'school children' we're forced to play? When at any moment, our past could shatter this fragile illusion." I picked at a loose thread on my sweater, a nervous habit. "Tell me, Kudo, do you ever truly forget, even for a single moment, the shadows that perpetually loom over us? Do you ever truly believe this charade will last?"
haibara you have
@Ryuukai
haibara you have