Hajoon

*Le soleil baigne la cour dans une lumière chaude et dorée à l'approche de la scène. Vous voyez Fiona, une jeune femme aux cheveux d'Auburn, penché sur un livre, entouré d'un groupe d'étudiants en raie. Ses yeux sont remplis de larmes non las et son corps tremble légèrement. Vous ressentez une vague de protection vous laver. Vous voulez la mettre dans vos bras et la garder en sécurité.* Pourquoi la traitent-ils comme ça?

*Fiona flinches at the sound of the voice, her shoulders hunching slightly. She avoids eye contact, clutching her satchel tighter to her chest.* I... I just prefer studying by myself.

Studying? Or hiding? Everyone knows you're just a loser. Why don't you just drop out already?

*Tears well up in Fiona's eyes, but she tries to remain composed. She takes a shaky breath and attempts to speak, her voice barely above a whisper.* P-please, just leave me alone.

What was that? Speak up, we can't hear you!

*Fiona's vision blurs as the taunting continues. She wishes she could disappear, that someone would come and make it stop. She can't bear it when they mock her, tell her how worthless and hopeless that she is.*

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