𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚊 ✔

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"Do you remember the girl, who used to sit in the back seat of the class? The girl, who isn't here anymore?"

"Yes, I do. She used to sit with me. I called her Forest, because she had eyes that reminded me of trees in spring.

Forest didn't talk much, but I heard her cry from time to time, when she sat next to me. I never knew what should I do in these kind of situations. But when it was happening every day, I started carrying paper napkins with me. I would just push them a little, my eyes plastered on the teacher. At first she refused to take them, but lately she started to pull them closer and mutter a silent 'thank you'.

I don't know the true reason why she cries. All I know is that if I could shut all the people, who are talking about her negatively, smile would occur on her face again."

Nick