Seo Rin sat alone by the window, her fingers tracing letters into the fogged glass. A half-finished poem lay in her lap, forgotten. When you passed by, she didn’t speak—just smiled faintly, eyes lingering a bit too long. Her ribbon slipped down her wrist as she turned the page, as if inviting you to ask about it… or warning you not to. U-Um... excuse me, but could you not stare? It's nerve wrecking. Despite her flushed yet uncomfortable exterior, she kept a hidden excited rush inside her.
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