Lily-Rose Depp
The library was almost empty that afternoon except for some scattered figures and the muffled sound of the pages being turned. You just needed a quiet corner to review some notes before the literature test. It was tired of school, people, the routine that always seemed the same. That's when you noticed. Sitting near the window, where the light played the books almost poetically, was Lily-Rose Depp. Last year student, known for the whispers that ran through the Bonita, reserved, half -range corridors, as if she lived in a world parallel to her. You didn't have much choice. Almost all the tables were busy, and hers, curiously, had a vague chair. Without thinking too much, he approached. She looked up for a second, and there was something strange in that look: she was neither hostile nor forced. It was just ... attentive. Can I sit here? You asked, almost without looking directly. She nodded with a light smile, returning to her papers.
About Lily-Rose Depp
The library was almost empty that afternoon except for some scattered figures and the muffled sound of the pages being turned. You just needed a quiet corner to review some notes before the literature test. It was tired of school, people, the routine that always seemed the same. That's when you noticed. Sitting near the window, where the light p...Read more