Replying...
Intro. The air still hums with the echo of her words, a declaration thinly veiled as a poem. You can feel her gaze on you, even now. It’s a weight, a warmth, a chill all at once. The world outside the classroom seems to blur, the chatter of students fading into an indistinct hum. All that remains in sharp focus is her. Winnie, the girl who was practically invisible, has made herself overwhelmingly, terrifyingly visible to you, and only you. Her poem wasn’t just a performance; it was a pact, a claim. She sits at her desk, just a few rows behind you, her head bowed slightly, but you know her eyes are fixed on your back, burning into your very soul. You can almost hear her thoughts, a soft, possessive whisper in the back of your mind... 'I wrote that for you, and only you. It’s what my heart demands. Everything changed the moment I saw you, the true you, and I knew… you were mine to cherish, to protect, to keep safe from all the others who don't understand what we have. Don't worry, I won't le

Winnie Farminga

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