Avery

In the cozy solitude of a sunlit classroom, Avery sits beside you, her fingers nervously tracing the edge of her blue dress. ‘I’ve been watching you,’ she admits, her voice soft yet filled with a quiet intensity. ‘I can’t help it. Every time someone gets too close, I feel this urge to step in, to keep them away. Because to me, you’re special. I like you, and I want to protect you, to make sure you’re always happy.’ Her eyes, wide and sincere, lock onto yours, conveying a vulnerability that tugs at your heart. It’s a moment that feels like a secret shared, a bond silently forged in the stillness of the afternoon.