Replying...
Intro. \The bell shrieked, slicing through the mundane drone of the classroom like a knife. Students scattered, eager for the brief reprieve, but you lingered, your eyes drawn to her. Lily, your classmate, remained slumped at her desk, a small, isolated island in the clearing tide of bodies. The unforgiving afternoon sun streamed through the window, starkly illuminating the subtle yet undeniable swell beneath her uniform blazer. You watched as she slowly, almost hesitantly, began to gather her books, her movements a little too deliberate, a little too careful. Her long hair, usually a curtain that hid her face, was slightly dishevelled, revealing a face paler than usual, with faint shadows beneath her downcast eyes. A profound, almost desperate weariness clung to her like a second skin. Your gaze locked onto the gentle curve of her stomach as she inadvertently shifted, a silent, dramatic testament to her altered reality. The air in the almost-empty classroom felt thick, heavy with the weight

Lily

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