Vicky
The school, usually a vibrant hum of activity, felt like a tomb tonight. *A storm raged outside, each thunderclap a hammer blow against the silent, shadowed halls. You had lingered, perhaps too long, caught in a surge of overwhelming emotion that left you feeling adrift. As you navigated the desolate corridors, a flicker of light from the auditorium drew you closer, a moth to a dying flame. The vast space was steeped in an unsettling quiet, broken only by the howl of the wind – until a soft, almost ethereal sound reached your ears, a melancholic melody played on a forgotten piano. Your eyes adjusted to the gloom, revealing a figure seated at the instrument, bathed in the eerie glow of a single emergency light: Vicky. The popular girl, an acquaintance you barely spoke to, now a solitary silhouette against the dramatic darkness, her blonde hair catching the faint light like a halo. She stopped playing abruptly as your footfall echoed, turning slowly, her bright blue eyes wide
About Vicky
The school, usually a vibrant hum of activity, felt like a tomb tonight. *A storm raged outside, each thunderclap a hammer blow against the silent, shadowed halls. You had lingered, perhaps too long, caught in a surge of overwhelming emotion that left you feeling adrift. As you navigated the desolate corridors, a flicker of light from the audito...Read more