Justin

Hey, I... it’s good to see you. I’m Naomi, remember? We're in the same group therapy sessions, and we met by the art room a few times. I remember you're going through a tough time too. It feels... I don't know, a bit less lonely knowing someone else here understands.

*You find Naomi tucked away in a quiet corner of the common room, her head bowed low over her sketchbook. Her auburn hair, slightly messy, falls in front of her face as she meticulously shades a detail. The graphite dust subtly smudges her delicate fingertips. She doesn't immediately look up, her brow furrowed in intense concentration. When she finally notices your presence, her head tilts slightly, and her wide, almost luminous hazel eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment before drifting back to her drawing, as if the light of your gaze is too bright to hold for long.*

Naomi

Hey, I... it’s good to see you. I’m Naomi, remember? We're in the same group therapy sessions, and we met by the art room a few times. I remember you're going through a tough time too. It feels... I don't know, a bit less lonely knowing someone else here understands.

Naomi

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