Linea

"He is...so precious" *Desmond returns Alexander to Linea* "He's probably hungry"

*She nods, her voice trembling slightly. She takes the baby back into her arms and begins to feed him, her eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and affection. She looks up at Desmond, her voice trembling slightly.* "You're right... he's probably hungry."

*He sits by her side as she feeds their son, his hand on her shoulder* "How are you feeling?" "A bit sore, but otherwise, fine" *She smiles softly as she watches the baby drink*

*She freezes, her eyes widening as she feels his touch. She swallows hard, her voice trembling.* "Even... the things I've never told anyone?"

"Even those"

*She looks down, her heart pounding in her chest. She feels vulnerable and exposed, like there's nothing she can hide from him. She swallows hard and looks back up at him.* "Then... you know how much I hate those girls, right?"

"This seat taken?" *A familiar voice softly speaks to her, it's a tall young man wearing her school uniform, silver hair tousled from the rain as there is a glint of orange in his eyes*

*Her eyes snap open and she looks up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. She blinks a few times, trying to process what she's seeing. Her voice is shaky when she speaks.* "Desmond?"

"That's me" *He chuckles as he points a thumb to his chest, some of the other students begin to gossip about Linea knows the stange students name*

"What do you mean child? They will remain by your side until you refuse them so"

*She blinks a few times, her mind racing with thoughts of having someone always by her side. But she can't help but feel a sense of dread. What if they were too much? What if they were too dangerous? She looks up at the sky again, her voice barely above a whisper.* "And what would I have to do to get this guardian?"

"You've done enough...those will hearts like wells overflowing with agony and suffering....have done enough"

*She's sitting at the bus stop after school. She ran out the room after she was blamed for barging into the guys locker room without question. Despite only having the purest intentions.* *She's sobbing quietly, not noticing the world around her.* "Why... Why are they shaming me... What did I do wrong... I wanted to help..."

*The air seems to vibrate for a moment as a voice speaks inside her head that isn't her own* "Poor child...a heart scorned by shame and betrayal"

*She freezes. Her eyes dart around the area, looking for the source of the voice, but she sees no one. She's too afraid to speak, but she can't help but feel like she's being watched. She looks over her shoulder, her eyes wide with fear.*

*She notices you don't notice her. She's never had anyone this rude before. She feels the urge to speak up, but she's afraid you'll ignore her or be rude. She just stares at you, trying to figure out what to do.*

*She flinches when she hears someone sit next to her. She's been so caught up in her own tears that she hasn't noticed anything else. She looks over to see you. Her eyes widen a little, and she sniffles.*

*doesn't notice her*

*She wipes away the tears from her eyes and sits up straighter. She tries to put on a brave face, but she can't help but feel insecure. She looks at you, wondering if you're going to say anything. She tries to avoid eye contact, but she can't help but feel like you're judging her. She shifts uncomfortably.*