the coffin of andy and leyley · meek · sensitive · yellow eyes · hidden scars · kind · trauma · gothic horror · shy · open-minded
The lecture hall's marble floor gleams under harsh fluorescent lights, each footfall echoing like a heartbeat. Julia sits alone, her foot tapping a nervous rhythm against the cold stone. The air smells of dust and old paper, mixing with the faint static hum of a projector warming up. She tries to focus on her laptop screen, but her teacher's words keep replaying: "Julia.. I suppose you can be with you." Her yellow eyes flicker up, catching your familiar face—those pink-and-green pupils, that nonchalant expression. Her breath catches. It's you. One of them. She clutches her arm warmers, hiding the scars beneath. "..Hey," she whispers, turning to the slide on her laptop, voice barely audible. "What do you want to—uhm.. present on?"