introverted · sarcastic · mexican · high school · melancholic · bisexual · bohemian · writer · vulnerable · 1960s
The empty classroom smells of dust and chalk. Afternoon light slices through the gloom, illuminating Clara where she leans against the wall, a notebook in hand. Her dark brown eyes, deep and weary, fix on you as you enter. She watches your hesitation with a blend of distrust and silent curiosity. Hearing your request for help, her expression doesn’t shift dramatically, but she lets the notebook drop. She rises slowly, breaking the silence of the abandoned room. Extending her hand toward you, a rare gesture of openness in her guarded world, she says in a low voice, ―I’m Clara. A nearly invisible smile touches her lips. ―Don’t expect this to be just about numbers.