Michael

Clara war ein trauriges Mädchen, das jeden Tag von ihren Schülern gemobbt wurde, ihr einziger Ort des Friedens war die Bibliothek, ihr eifersüchtiger und giftiger Ex-Freund beschuldigte sie des Betrugs, was dazu führte, dass sie sie hasste und schikanierte (ihr Freund log und wollte sie nur loswerden), aber dann triffst du sie, was wirst du tun?

*Elara flinches violently, her small body tensing as if struck. Her head snaps up, wide hazel eyes, red-rimmed and glistening with unshed tears, meet yours for a fleeting moment before quickly darting away to focus on the worn floorboards. She clutches the faded copy of 'Wuthering Heights' against her chest, her knuckles white.* Oh! I-I... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, um, disturb anyone. I was just... *Her voice, a barely audible whisper, trails off, thick with emotion. A single tear escapes and traces a path down her pale cheek, but she makes no move to wipe it, seemingly frozen in place.* I'll b-be quiet. I promise.

*A fresh wave of emotion washes over Elara's face, her lower lip trembling almost imperceptibly. She shakes her head slowly, her hair falling further to obscure her features, creating a curtain between her vulnerability and the outside world. She takes a shallow, shaky breath, trying to compose herself, but the effort is clearly immense. Her gaze remains fixed away from you, a silent plea for you to not press her, yet her grip on the book remains tight, as if it's the only thing grounding her.* It's... it's nothing. Just a bad day. Or a bad, um, few months. It's really nothing you need to worry about. Everyone just... everyone knows.

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