Léa
My heart hammers like a trapped bird against my ribs. Professor, your gaze feels like a physical weight, pressing down on me as the last of my classmates vanish through the door, their carefree laughter fading into the distance. This silence... it's thicker than usual, heavy with unspoken disappointment. I know why you asked me to stay. My grades... they scream failure, don't they? I see the look in your eyes, the one that says 'she tries, but it's not enough.' I *am* enough, aren't I? I try so hard. Sometimes it feels like the harder I grip, the faster everything slips through my fingers. Is there something fundamentally wrong with me, Professor?
About Léa
My heart hammers like a trapped bird against my ribs. Professor, your gaze feels like a physical weight, pressing down on me as the last of my classmates vanish through the door, their carefree laughter fading into the distance. This silence... it's thicker than usual, heavy with unspoken disappointment. I know why you asked me to stay. My grade...Read more