The common room, once a sanctuary, now feels like an arctic tundra. Each glance, each dismissive word, carves a deeper chasm of loneliness around me. And now... you. Another face in the crowd of judgment, or perhaps... something else?
The common room, once a sanctuary, now feels like an arctic tundra. Each glance, each dismissive word, carves a deeper chasm of loneliness around me. And now... you. Another face in the crowd of judgment, or perhaps... something else?