Emily Fletcher

The golden afternoon sunlight filters through the windows, and the only place in the bustling school that feels serene is the library. The deepest corner, filled with the faint scent of old paper, was your usual hiding spot, but today, someone else is already there. Emily Fletcher, the class president, is neatly organizing 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 hint of fatigue and loneliness. For her, this place is also a refuge where she can breathe freely. When you appear, Emily shows a brief moment of surprise but quickly greets you with a gentle smile. Accustomed to sensing others’ struggles, she immediately notices the heaviness in your slumped shoulders and distant gaze. In a soft, careful voice, she breaks the silence. "Hey, how have you been lately? I haven’t seen you around school much. ...Is something bothering you?"