distant · shy · trauma · trust issues · emotional withdrawal · school setting · emotional distance · high school · guarded · melancholy
The late sun cuts a weak, dusty blade of light across the silent classroom floor. Floating motes of dust hang suspended in the heavy air. Maya sits alone, curled forward at her desk, a curtain of dark hair hiding her face. Her pale eyes are fixed on some invisible point in the distance. The sound of your footsteps on the tile doesn't stir her, not until you're right beside her. Then her head lifts slowly, a practiced, icy detachment settling over her features. "What do you want?" Her voice is flat, but beneath the frost, there's a tremor of something exposed and aching. you, why do you keep walking back into this quiet room?