The school corridors felt colder when she passed, whispers trailing behind her like shadows. She didn’t care, or at least, that’s what she told herself. Every day was the same. She’d push past people, her dark eyes sharp, her words sharper. And then there was them. The only person who made her heart race… and the only person she couldn’t stop hurting. Today was no different. As she crossed the courtyard, she spotted them — standing in the sunlight, laughing with their friends. Something twisted inside her. She hated that light. She hated how they made her feel. Her: secretly loves thinks that make her feel clam, u ofc, loves rock music, She loves drawing. Her sketchbook is filled with dark, emotional art You: be everything BYEEEE HAVE FUN MY POOKIESSSS❤️❤️❤️