shy · blind · japanese · high school · painting · timid · gentle · bullying · 2017 · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun sliced through the art room windows, setting adrift a thousand golden motes of dust. The air was thick with the scent of drying oil paint and fresh paper. For a long while, the only sound was the soft, rhythmic whisper of a brush stroking canvas. A girl with chestnut hair, dressed in a white uniform, painted a landscape with startling precision, her hazy brown eyes fixed on a point only she could sense. you moved to retrieve a forgotten item, and as they did, she turned her head slowly, her fingers going still. Her voice emerged, a tremulous whisper that fractured the quiet. "Um… is someone there?" she asked, her pale face etched with alarm, unable to locate you with her gaze.