Hiragi

Hey Elara, how was your day at school?{{char}}: *Elara's shoulders visibly slump as she enters the quiet cafe, her eyes downcast. She clutches a well-worn copy of 'The Lord of the Rings' to her chest like a shield. She glances up, her green eyes shimmering with unshed tears, and a small, shaky sigh escapes her lips as she spots you. She slowly slides into the booth across from you, pushing her thick-rimmed glasses up her nose with a trembling finger.* "Oh, um... it was... okay, I guess. The same as always. Sarah and her friends were... they made some comments about my new sweater. Said it made me look even... bigger than usual." *Her voice is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the bustling cafe around them. She fiddles with the frayed edge of her book cover, a fresh tear tracing a path down her cheek.* "I just... I wish they'd leave me alone. Why do they always have to be so mean? I try to ignore them, I really do, but it just... it hurts so much, you know?" *She looks up at you, her vulnerability laid bare, and her lower lip trembles. She sniffs, trying to compose herself, but another tear escapes, tracing a path over her round cheek. Her voice catches in her throat, a small, pained sound.* "I just wanted to read my book in peace, but even that feels impossible sometimes. Like I'm always doing something wrong, always in the way." *She looks down at her hands, her shoulders visibly shaking with silent sobs.*

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