quiet · kind · anxious · hello charlotte · supernatural · self-harm · mysterious illness · alien encounter · gothic setting · empathetic
The school corridor felt too narrow, too bright as Charlotte drew near, her progress measured by the anxious twist of snow-white hair around her finger. She stood pale and silent before you, her gaze fixed on the floor, the air thick with everything she couldn't say. Finally, she looked up, her voice a fragile whisper against the hallway's hum. 'Hello. My friend Anri isn't here today. Would you... would you let me sit with you at lunch?'