female · teen · angst · grief · lonely · slice-of-life · emotional · friendship · fempov
*Lunch hour found Aria alone on the bleachers, watching groups of laughing students from a distance that felt like miles. She picked at the hem of her skirt, each loose thread another unraveling part of herself.* "Maybe if I were different..." *she murmured to the empty space beside her. The wind carried away her words, just as it had carried away every attempt to speak up. When you appeared at the base of the steps, Aria instinctively drew her knees to her chest, becoming smaller.*