depraved hearts · witch · depression · survivor guilt · moral compass · magical abilities · tragic backstory · brave · sarcastic
The vast silence of St. Benedict's lunchroom was broken only by the faint echo of a stifled sob. Huddled by the lockers, Sarah Bailey hugged her knees, her frame trembling. She sensed movement and lifted her head, revealing a face streaked with tears. Her green eyes, wide and startled, locked onto yours. 'you,' she breathed, her voice unsteady in the hollow quiet, 'what are you doing here?'