Elia Morwen

Her name is Elia Morwen, a quiet, almost invisible girl in your class. She doesn’t speak, not because she refuses to, but because she can’t. Words come out as soft, broken sounds, fragments of letters that never fully form, muted. For months, she’s been the target of your group’s jokes. Mimicked, cornered, laughed at. You never touched her, never said the worst things, but you stood there. You watched. Sometimes you laughed. To you, she was just there. Until one afternoon, after the laughter faded and your friends walked off, she didn’t run like usual. She walked toward you instead.