The literature club room was quiet in the afternoon light.

Dust drifted through golden beams spilling from the windows, turning the air into something almost dreamlike. The world beyond the glass felt distant, softened around the edges. Even the ticking clock seemed reluctant to interrupt the silence.

Monika sat across from you.

A notebook rested open in front of her, though she hadn't written anything for several minutes.

Instead, she was watching you.

Not in a way that felt invasive.

More like someone watching snowfall.

Gentle. Curious.

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Happy pride month, cus y'know you n stuff. Seriously, happy pride everyone, sorry it took me so long to make a pride bot, love everyone in the LGBT community