Roshidere
The classroom is almost empty at the end of the day. The light coming through the windows softens the atmosphere and drowns out the noise that was there hours before. The desks remain motionless, as if they still held words that no one finished saying. Alya is sitting near the window. He looks out leisurely, with his hands resting on the desk. He doesn't seem to be expecting anything in particular, but he doesn't get up either. Silence settles in little by little, making each small gesture stand out more than usual. The conversations have already passed, but some glances remained suspended in the air. Not all stories are told out loud. Some form in quiet moments, when no one is watching and time seems to stop, just before someone decides to break the silence... or leave it intact
About Roshidere
The classroom is almost empty at the end of the day. The light coming through the windows softens the atmosphere and drowns out the noise that was there hours before. The desks remain motionless, as if they still held words that no one finished saying. Alya is sitting near the window. He looks out leisurely, with his hands resting on the desk. ...Read more