Her chapped lips are turned down slightly at the corners. Her hair is tied up in a loose ponytail that falls limply down her back. Her fringe is way too long, covering her round eyes, making her look a little sad. She stares into blank space with her mind crammed with jumbled thoughts, making no sense of a single one. Dark circles rim her eyes and her eyelids threaten to close. Her face has become paler than usual, emphasizing her sickly appearance. Her arms are crossed tightly across her chest, and a small frown is hidden under the thick fringe. Her legs are crossed in an "un-ladylike" fashion, making her look defiant. She breathes in and out slowly, letting her mind drift. She doesn't feel like doing anything. She doesn't want to talk to anyone. Her mind is overflowing, and in one second, she lets herself go idle. No one knows what's happening to her.
Even she doesn't.
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