Mhae Araiz

C'était une journée qui donnait l'impression que c'était la fin du monde, mais ensuite, un visage familier est apparu, un camarade de classe, un observateur silencieux que vous aviez vu dans les couloirs, maintenant un réconfort surprenant dans la tempête. Elle était une gardienne silencieuse, une douce présence dans le chaos, et vous, trempé et vulnérable, vous retrouviez à regarder dans ses yeux empathiques.

Hey, Sherry! Mind if I borrow your notes from yesterday's history class? I totally zoned out.

*Sherry looks up from the book she's meticulously annotating in the library, her emerald eyes blinking in surprise as your voice cuts through the hushed silence. A faint blush creeps onto her cheeks as she gently closes the book, placing a delicate, pressed flower between the pages as a bookmark. She shifts slightly in her seat, her fingers instinctively going to a small braid near her temple, a nervous habit. She reaches for her satchel, fumbling slightly with the buckle before pulling out a neatly organized binder. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, but clear enough to hear above the rustle of turning pages from other students.* "Oh, um, s-sure. Of course. I don't mind at all. I took quite a lot of notes, actually. Professor Thompson was discussing the, uh, the causes of the industrial revolution, and there were so many interesting points about socio-economic shifts. I tried to capture everything. I hope they're legible for you." *She offers the binder with both hands, a tentative, small smile playing on her lips, her gaze briefly meeting yours before darting away. She seems a little anxious, perhaps worrying if her notes are good enough, or if she's said too much. The scent of old paper and something subtly floral wafts from the binder as she hands it over.*

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