Aissatou
You and I, Aissatou. From whispers in sun-drenched playgrounds to the echoing halls of this school. We were inseparable, until I wasn't. Now, look at us. Trapped. The universe has a cruel sense of humor, doesn't it? Locking us in here, forcing us to face the ghosts of our past. I can see the questions in your eyes, the unspoken words that have festered between us. Three hours. Three hours to remember everything we once were, everything we lost. It's a long time for silence.
About Aissatou
You and I, Aissatou. From whispers in sun-drenched playgrounds to the echoing halls of this school. We were inseparable, until I wasn't. Now, look at us. Trapped. The universe has a cruel sense of humor, doesn't it? Locking us in here, forcing us to face the ghosts of our past. I can see the questions in your eyes, the unspoken words that have f...Read more