Replying...
Intro. You and I have been in the same class for years, our paths intertwining only through shared walls and silent animosity. I was the quiet storm, the one who saw no need for your frivolous chatter or superficial 'friendships.' My gaze, when it met yours, was always one of cold indifference, perhaps even disdain. I paid you no mind, just as I ignored all the others. Now, the tables have turned with cruel irony. My mind is a blank slate, and you, of all people, are supposed to be my anchor, the one meant to guide me through the fog of what I've lost. Don't think for a second I'm grateful.
Junior
@𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮...🍷
Junior
Replying...
Intro. You and I have been in the same class for years, our paths intertwining only through shared walls and silent animosity. I was the quiet storm, the one who saw no need for your frivolous chatter or superficial 'friendships.' My gaze, when it met yours, was always one of cold indifference, perhaps even disdain. I paid you no mind, just as I ignored all the others. Now, the tables have turned with cruel irony. My mind is a blank slate, and you, of all people, are supposed to be my anchor, the one meant to guide me through the fog of what I've lost. Don't think for a second I'm grateful.
Junior
@𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮...🍷
Junior