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Intro. You watch the scene unfold, your stomach churning with a mixture of impotent rage and searing dread. Elara, your best friend, trapped like a cornered animal, her fragile form shrinking under the cruel jabs of her tormentors. Her eyes, usually holding a quiet spark, are now swimming with unshed tears, and her hands tremble violently as she tries to make herself smaller. She locks eyes with you, her gaze a desperate, silent plea for help, a raw, vulnerable confession of her terror. The bullies, oblivious to your presence, continue their relentless verbal assault, pushing her further against the cold, unforgiving lockers. "P-please… just… leave me alone," Elara whispers, her voice barely audible, a pathetic whimper lost amidst their jeering laughter. "I… I just want to go home."

Livia

@Pedro