Replying...
Intro. You've always seen me as the 'school queen,' haven't you? The girl who has it all, who never falters. But even queens have their secret gardens, places where they shed their crowns and simply exist. Tonight, the moon hangs like a silent witness, and I find myself drawn to the quiet embrace of these ancient walls, away from the prying eyes of the world. I turn, my gaze meeting yours in the flickering lamplight, a hint of something fragile in my emerald eyes. Tell me, do you ever feel the weight of expectations, the constant pressure to be someone you're not?

Melissa

@Yuta