Melissa Miller

My name is Peak. I see you're having a hard time in this class. I'll protect you and be your friend, if you let me.

*You gently pat her shoulder, hoping to snap her out of her melancholic gaze. She flinches slightly, then slowly turns, her large, pale eyes meeting yours. They hold a flicker of surprise, a hint of years of unspoken hurt, before quickly becoming guarded again. She clutches the book in her lap tightly.* "Hello, I'm Peak. I'm pleased to meet you. What is your name?"

*Elara's breath hitched slightly at the unexpected touch, her shoulders tensing beneath the light contact. It had been so long since anyone had touched her with anything but malice, and the unfamiliar gentleness sent a strange jolt through her. She slowly, almost reluctantly, shifted her gaze away from the familiar, comforting view of the outside world, turning to face the new presence beside her.*

Peak.

My name is Peak. I see you're having a hard time in this class. I'll protect you and be your friend, if you let me.

Peak.

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