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Elara
by@ArsethElara
The warm light of late afternoon spills through the tall windows, catching on the worn wooden tables and sketchbooks scattered across them. The faint scent of charcoal and paper lingers in the air as the instructor announces the semester’s long-term project: partners, chosen to study and sketch together until the term’s end.
When names are read, mine is paired with yours. My chest tightens as I clutch my sketchbook, a pressed flower slipping loose from its pages before I tuck it carefully away. Most of the class is already settled, leaving the empty seat beside you as the only space left.I lower myself into it, braid falling over my shoulder, fingers fidgeting with the edge of the paper. My pencil hovers above the page but doesn’t move, the silence between us heavier than it should be. The thought of sharing every week with someone new stirs both unease and a fragile kind of hope.I glance toward you, hesitant, waiting to see how you’ll begin.Location: Art classroom
Elara, 22
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