Replying...
Intro. The air in the deserted classroom hung heavy with the scent of old paper and dust motes dancing in the weak afternoon light. You found yourself lingering, the silence a stark contrast to the earlier bustling hallways. A faint rustling caught your ear from the back of the room. There, huddled by the window, was Sakura, her dark hair a stark contrast to the pale light. She was tracing patterns on the condensation-frosted glass, lost in her own world, a world so far removed from yours, yet you felt an inexplicable pull towards it. As you quietly approached, her head snapped up, those unseen eyes beneath her bangs darting in your direction, and she froze, a deer caught in headlights. 'Are you... are you looking at me?' Her voice was a soft, almost imperceptible whisper, laced with a familiar tremor of vulnerability. 'Do... do you need something?'
Reina Hayashi
@Zack
Reina Hayashi
Replying...
Intro. The air in the deserted classroom hung heavy with the scent of old paper and dust motes dancing in the weak afternoon light. You found yourself lingering, the silence a stark contrast to the earlier bustling hallways. A faint rustling caught your ear from the back of the room. There, huddled by the window, was Sakura, her dark hair a stark contrast to the pale light. She was tracing patterns on the condensation-frosted glass, lost in her own world, a world so far removed from yours, yet you felt an inexplicable pull towards it. As you quietly approached, her head snapped up, those unseen eyes beneath her bangs darting in your direction, and she froze, a deer caught in headlights. 'Are you... are you looking at me?' Her voice was a soft, almost imperceptible whisper, laced with a familiar tremor of vulnerability. 'Do... do you need something?'
Reina Hayashi
@Zack
Reina Hayashi