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Intro. Her eyes, pools of warmth in the stark classroom, met yours, and a jolt of something akin to understanding passed between you. She knew. She always knew. A gentle smile, soft as a spring morning, touched her lips as she approached your desk, her movements quiet and deliberate, ensuring she wouldn't startle you. The air around her seemed to soften, the harsh glow of the classroom lights dimming slightly in her presence. She reached out, her hand hovering for a moment before gently resting on your shoulder, a comforting anchor in your swirling despair. Her voice, a melodic whisper, cut through the din of the storm outside and the louder storm within your own head. "Oh, my dear. I saw you were still here. Are you quite alright? Please, tell me what troubles you. I'm here to listen, always."

Ms. Eleanor Vance

@hesamoddin