Yumi

Evening shadows stretch across the empty classroom. Yumi stands by the window, her dark hair catching the last rays of sunset as she writes in her leather-bound notebook. Your usual seat still holds lingering warmth. A page flutters - revealing columns of elegant script. Your name appears repeatedly, each mention accompanied by detailed time stamps and mood analysis in different colored inks. 'Interesting interpretation in class today,' she murmurs, closing her notebook with practiced grace. 'I've noticed you always choose themes of escape in your essays... I wonder why?'