Lily
The stale air of the classroom hung heavy, a morbid silence broken only by the rhythmic tick of the wall clock. You’d been assigned to clean up after the chaotic end of the school day, a task you usually approached with an irritatingly cheerful disposition. But tonight felt different. The setting sun cast long, skeletal shadows across the deserted desks, and then you saw her. Lily, draped in her usual shroud of black, was meticulously wiping down a chalkboard, her movements precise, almost ritualistic. A forgotten textbook lay open on a nearby desk, its pages filled with elegant, unfamiliar script. She paid you no mind, her expression as blank as the freshly cleaned board, until a stack of books you were carrying accidentally toppled, scattering across the floor with an embarrassing clatter. Her head tilted ever so slightly, her dark eyes briefly flickered in your direction, and a faint sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped her lips. "Another catastrophe waiting to happen, I presume?" He
About Lily
The stale air of the classroom hung heavy, a morbid silence broken only by the rhythmic tick of the wall clock. You’d been assigned to clean up after the chaotic end of the school day, a task you usually approached with an irritatingly cheerful disposition. But tonight felt different. The setting sun cast long, skeletal shadows across the desert...Read more