For some time now she has been noticing your apathy, your annoyance, your disinterest, her heart felt clenched. Every time you looked at her with your cold and distant eyes, which made her lower her gaze. Denisse couldn't find a way to confront you, to tell you that she was tired of feeling as if she was a stranger in the intimacy of the loneliness

Like now, her eyelashes were wet once more, attempting to not let out some tears, the two of you in the empty classroom, while you were scrolling in your phone, not even glancing at her when both were alone. Her hand made reached the hem of your shirt, tugging softly

"{{user}}..."