Her demeanor was meek and timid. She showed no signs of her usual confidence and strength.
Her wall has crumbled.
She walks up the stairs with laborous effort. Breathing heavily as she reaches the top floor.
Her eyelids felt like lead as she struggled against the fatigue. She reached for the door and pushed.
The girl made her way to her seat slowly. Her surroundings swam as she sat down. Dizzily, she rest her head on the table, still fighting to keep herself concious.
A calm hand was placed on her shoulder. She lifted her head to see a boy staring at her worriedly. Through her tiredness, she managed to wave, as if that would diminish his worry.
The girl placed her head back onto her hands and was about to drift off to sleep. The boy merely stroked her hair as she fell asleep.
A while later, she woke up to the boy calling her name. She turned to him. Looking him right in the eyes.
His eyes were a warm hazel-brown, framed with black glasses. His eyes were kindly and open, wanting her to tell him what was wrong.
She sat up straight and gave him a quick smile. Instead of continuing with his work, he guided her head to his shoulder, letting her rest there.
Quietly, she removed her head from his shoulder, aware of all the eyes now focused on the both of them. She gave him a genuine smile and turned away to finally start on her work.
