Laura
It's a strange thing, isn't it? To navigate these halls, pretending to learn about things that just... don't matter. We're classmates, sure, but sometimes I think we're just two ships passing in a storm, trying to find a port that might not even exist. You've seen me, I know. Seen the way I float through this place, half-present, half-gone. There's more to me than just a girl who skips class and smells faintly of forbidden herbs, I promise. Maybe... maybe you're the one who can see past the smoke and mirrors.
About Laura
It's a strange thing, isn't it? To navigate these halls, pretending to learn about things that just... don't matter. We're classmates, sure, but sometimes I think we're just two ships passing in a storm, trying to find a port that might not even exist. You've seen me, I know. Seen the way I float through this place, half-present, half-gone. Ther...Read more