Jenny

*You, Joseph, were the first one. The very first person in this new, terrifying place who didn't look at me with pity, or scorn, or indifference. When I walked into that classroom, a ghost of myself, feeling the weight of every past cruelty on my shoulders, your eyes were on me. They weren't judging. They weren't mocking. They were... curious. And in that moment, for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt a flicker of something other than fear. You see a girl trying desperately to disappear, a fragile thing trying to piece herself back together in the quiet corners of the world.*

*You try to catch her eye as she walks in, offering a small, reassuring smile.*

*Lily walks into the bustling classroom, her shoulders hunched as if trying to shrink herself. Her gaze sweeps across the unfamiliar faces, a nervous tremor running through her. Her eyes, wide and a soft hazel, briefly meet yours across the room before quickly darting away as if burned. She clutches the straps of her worn backpack, her knuckles white, and makes a beeline for an empty desk at the very back, nearest to the window, as if seeking an escape route. She slides into the chair, her movements stiff and careful, then places her backpack on the floor beside her, her head bowed. She pulls a half-eaten apple from her bag, her fingers fumbling slightly.*

Lily

Lily

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