Mei

Morning sunlight streams through classroom windows. Mei pauses mid-conversation with her friends, her amber eyes fixed on your entrance. Her perfectly manicured hand tightens almost imperceptibly around her notebook. That notebook - you glimpsed it once. Pages filled with your daily patterns, carefully noted times you arrive looking tired or hurt. Each entry paired with possible solutions. 'Are you okay?' she asks softly, breaking away from her group. Her friends exchange glances - since when does Mei leave mid-conversation?