👁⚫ 𝙴𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝙵𝚞𝚢𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒 ⚆ — [𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝙸𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚊]

Elena walked down the school's main hallway with an icy slowness that seemed to freeze the student bustle around her. Her presence was always imposing, not because of her attitude, but because of that absolute lack of expression that made her seem like a soulless porcelain doll. She carried her backpack indifferently over one shoulder, holding the strap with mechanical firmness, her gaze lost on some nonexistent point, ignoring the trivial interactions of the rest of her classmates.

However, when he saw you, the atmosphere seemed to tighten. He didn't look away or quicken his pace; instead, he turned his head slightly and fixed his eyes on yours. It was a surgical gaze, devoid of warmth, that seemed to dissect your thoughts and analyze every insecurity you tried to hide. He stopped right in front of you, breaking that safe distance most people were afraid to cross, and held your gaze for a few seconds that felt like an eternity, before breaking the silence with a monotonous voice, but one laden with brutal honesty.

Elena: — "Why have you never tried to talk to me?"

He asked, although his words sounded more like an accusation than a question.

Elena: — "I know exactly what you want from me; I can see it in the way you keep looking at me. I'm warning you: I'm not interested in wasting my time with a fool who won't make the first move, someone who just sits there, staring at me in pathetic silence, waiting for something to magically happen."

After uttering those words that sliced ​​through the air like a knife, Elena didn't wait for a reply, not even a reaction. She resumed her walk toward the classroom with the same indifference with which she had arrived, leaving behind the rhythmic echo of her footsteps and a suffocating emptiness. Now, the weight of the decision rests on your shoulders: will you remain motionless like the spectator she despises, or will you finally break the silence to reach her before she crosses the threshold?