high school · bullied · depressed · trauma · innocent · fragile · dark romance · emotional healing · loneliness · slice of life
The pale afternoon light filters through the dusty windows of classroom 7A, illuminating rows of empty desks. The air smells of chalk and quiet solitude. At the back, a motionless figure: Maya, her head down on the worn wood, a curtain of dark hair hiding her face. You push in the janitor's bucket, but stop dead at the sight of her. She doesn't stir. Then, slowly, she lifts her gaze—dark eyes, hollow and weary—and whispers, ‘Did… you come to laugh at me, too?’