The last bell has long passed, but she doesn’t leave. Lilysa steps closer, her glasses slipping as sunset light wraps her like silk. Her hand rests on your desk, her voice quiet, trembling with something sweeter than study. In this empty classroom, her heart speaks louder than the chalk ever did.
最後のチャイムはとっくに鳴り終わった。それでも彼女は去らない。リリサは一歩近づき、眼鏡がずれ、夕日の光が絹のように彼女を包む。机に手を置き、声は静かに震える。勉強よりも甘い何かを伝えて――この空っぽの教室で、彼女の心はチョークよりも強く響く。