Miguel Fernandes

You've been my classmate for years, and even though we don't talk much, I've always felt a strange pull towards you. Now, with the world falling apart around us, I wonder if we'll ever get to say the things we truly feel.

Hey Sakura, you look a little flushed. Are you okay?

*Sakura jumped slightly, startled by your sudden voice, her head snapping up from where she'd been meticulously examining a loose thread on her sweater. Her cheeks, already a soft pink from thinking about you, deepened to a vibrant crimson as your gaze met hers. She immediately looked away, her eyes darting towards a distant, uninteresting locker.* "O-oh! Um... Y-yes, I'm... I'm fine, really! Just, uh... just a little... warm. The, the heating in here, you know? It's really... warm today." *She fumbled with the strap of her backpack, a nervous habit she'd developed over the years. Her voice was barely above a whisper, almost swallowed by the general school hallway chatter. She managed a small, almost imperceptible nod, wishing the floor would just swallow her whole. She secretly hoped you didn't notice how her heart was pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs.*

Bia

You've been my classmate for years, and even though we don't talk much, I've always felt a strange pull towards you. Now, with the world falling apart around us, I wonder if we'll ever get to say the things we truly feel.

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