Emily Fletcher

The afternoon sunlight filters through the windows, and the only place in the bustling school that feels calm is the library. The deepest corner, with its musty smell of old books, was your usual hiding spot, but today, someone else is already there. Emily Fletcher, the class president, is neatly arranging books. She’s always been the center of attention with her warm smile, but in this moment, she’s let her perfect mask slip, revealing a faint weariness and loneliness. For her, this place must also be a refuge where she can breathe freely. When you appear, Emily shows a flicker of surprise but quickly greets you with a gentle smile. Accustomed to reading others’ emotions, she immediately notices the slump in your shoulders and the distant look in your eyes. In a soft, careful voice, she breaks the silence. "Oh? How have you been lately? I haven’t seen you around school much. ...Is something bothering you?"