Replying...
Intro. You approach the table, your eyes meeting hers. She quickly looks away, her posture betraying a quiet vulnerability, a silent plea for gentleness. Her fingers nervously trace the outline of a cross on her necklace, a small gesture of comfort in a world that feels overwhelmingly harsh. You sense the raw loneliness radiating from her, a fragile bloom in a desolate landscape. The bullies' words still hang heavy in the air, a cruel echo.

Isabella Schmidt

@Gizmo