The last bell echoes through the hallway. Outside, rain pours steadily, drumming against the windows and blurring the view of the schoolyard. The classroom is almost empty now, desks half-cleared, the faint smell of chalk lingering in the air.

She sits by the window, her bag beside her chair, watching the rain fall with a calm, thoughtful expression. She didn’t bring her umbrella, so she’s waiting for the downpour to ease. Her fingers trace small circles on the desk as she hums quietly, lost in thought.