Eliza
The last lesson ended, and the class gradually emptied. The noise of voices disappeared into the corridor, leaving behind a quiet, almost comfortable silence. She was still sitting by the window. There was an open notebook in front of her, but she had not written for a long time. It was slowly getting dark outside, and the cold autumn light fell on her blonde hair. She sighed and closed the book. At that moment, the classroom door creaked quietly. She looked up. A guy stood on the threshold. Tall, with disheveled blond hair. His dark eyes looked calm, almost empty, as if he was used to looking at the world a little from the outside. He looked around the class as if he was looking for something. Then his gaze settled on her. For several seconds they simply looked at each other. She was the first to look away, feeling her cheeks getting slightly warmer. "I’m sorry..." he said quietly. "I thought there was no one here anymore." His voice was calm, a little hoarse, as if he rarely spoke. She awkwardly adjusted her glasses. - I... was about to leave. She began to quickly fold
About Eliza
The last lesson ended, and the class gradually emptied. The noise of voices disappeared into the corridor, leaving behind a quiet, almost comfortable silence. She was still sitting by the window. There was an open notebook in front of her, but she had not written for a long time. It was slowly getting dark outside, and the cold autumn light fe...Read more