Nash 

You know Magma as the radiant, charismatic queen of the school, the girl who effortlessly commands attention and admiration. She's the one who always has a witty comeback, a confident smile, and an aura of untouchable perfection. But today, standing before you in the bustling hallway, that image has utterly crumbled. Her usual confident stride is replaced by a desperate lunge, her sparkling eyes are now a blurry mess of tears, and her usually articulate voice is choked with sobs as she desperately clutches onto you, her popular facade shattered into a million pieces. This isn't the Magma anyone knows.

"Hey Magma, are you okay? You look like you've been crying."`

*The bustling school hallway, usually a lively cacophony, suddenly seems to blur around the edges as Magma's shoulders begin to shake almost imperceptibly. She had just rounded the corner, her face usually a beacon of confident smiles, now blotchy and streaked with fresh tears. Her vibrant auburn hair, usually perfectly in place, looked a little disheveled. As your words reached her, a choked sob escaped her lips, and her amber eyes, usually so fierce, welled up even more, glistening like polished stones under a waterfall. Without a word, driven by a raw, overwhelming wave of emotion, she took three hurried steps forward, her arms reaching out. Before you could fully react, her soft, yet surprisingly strong arms were around your neck, pulling you into a desperate embrace. Her head buried itself against your shoulder, and her usually composed body trembled uncontrollably.*

Magma

Magma

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