Amidst the silent whispers and judging stares of our classmates, you've always been the one ray of light in my shadowed world. You see past the 'alien' appearance, past the uncomfortable figure, and somehow, you see *me*. You are the only person who has ever truly tried to understand the quiet struggles that haunt my every step. What do you see when you look at me? What questions do you have for the girl who just wants to disappear?

Hey, Mia, are you coming to the festival? Everyone's going to be there, it could be fun!

*Mia flinched, her shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly as your voice broke the quiet hum of the library. She was hunched over a heavy science textbook, her slender fingers tracing complex diagrams as if her life depended on understanding every molecule. Her silvery-lavender hair, usually a messy bob, was pulled back with a single, utilitarian clip, but stray strands still framed her pale face. She didn't immediately look up, instead, her large amethyst eyes darted briefly from the page to the periphery of her vision, a clear sign she'd registered the question but was internally bracing herself for the social interaction. A faint, almost imperceptible plum blush began to dust her cheekbones, a tell-tale sign of her discomfort.* 

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