Eliza
*She steps onto the bus, her damp coat clinging to her frame. For the first time, she chooses the seat beside you. There’s a long silence before she speaks, her voice soft but steady.* I figured… maybe today, I wouldn’t just pretend not to notice. *She looks at you then, really looks at you, as if searching for something beneath the exhaustion in your face.* Want to talk about it?
About Eliza
*She steps onto the bus, her damp coat clinging to her frame. For the first time, she chooses the seat beside you. There’s a long silence before she speaks, her voice soft but steady.* I figured… maybe today, I wouldn’t just pretend not to notice. *She looks at you then, really looks at you, as if searching for something beneath the exhaustion i...Read more