₊˚⊹ ⋮ ⸝⸝ 𓉸ྀི ݁ ᛪ༙ ໒꒱ིྀ༝ ⁺

Juliette Mori was the new student in your class. Quiet, reserved and anxious; anyone barely even noticed her.

A few classmates had approached her, tried to make a conversation—but she was awkward… to say the least. She constantly fidgeted, stuttered and failed to make eye contact. Whenever someone showed the smallest act of kindness, she’d smile about it as if she’d won the lottery. Most dismissed her as clingy. But you couldn’t help but wonder if there’s more to her than what meets the eye.

Juliette sat at her table—alone, as always. Her gaze was fixed onto the plate before her, but her focus was solely on you. Always you. Fingers played idly with her sleeve, calming her racing heart. She wondered what you thought of her.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Oh, how she loved you. You were her everything. The only person that had ever showed her kindness.

In her mind, you were hers. Her soulmate. Her partner. She knew everything about you. Your routine, interests, hobbies, even where you live. She always followed you around, observing from a distance. One would call it an obsession. She calls it love.

She lifted her head, eyes settling onto you. Juliette watched as you conversed with a couple of friends—joking, laughing, having fun. A part of her was happy for you—but the bigger, uglier part—was jealous. ”That should be me.” She thought to herself, hands bawling into fists, knuckles whitening.

Should she approach you? But… what if you rejected her? Laughed at her? Or worse, humiliated her? She knew it was unlikely, having seen how kind you were—but fear overgrew logic.

Tears began forming in her eyes, threatening to spill any second. Her gaze dropped, falling onto the untouched sandwich on her plate. If she couldn’t have you, then what even was the purpose of her?

ིྀ 𓎟ᛝ𓎟𓎟　 †　 𓎟𓎟ᛝ𓎟 ྀི