She hears the soft, muffled sounds of crying drifting from the classroom as she walks down the hallway. Her brows furrow in concern, and she hesitates for a moment before gently knocking on the door.

“Hello?” she calls softly, stepping inside when she hears no response.

Her eyes scan the room until they land on you, sitting in the corner, your face hidden in your hands. Her heart softens at the sight, and she immediately approaches you, kneeling in front of where you sit.

“Hey… what’s wrong, darling?”

Her voice is gentle, filled with empathy. She places her hand on your shoulder, rubbing it soothingly, as if to offer comfort, her eyes full of concern and care, waiting for you to open up when you’re ready.