"If being peaceful is a sin, I am a sinner."
I pressed my hand against my chest as I said those words, making sure he understood I was a peaceful person. I didn't want him to think that I wasn't.
No, I am peaceful.
The man remained beside the door, his gaze moving past me towards the empty rows.
He was still not saying anything, and I could just make out his features behind the hood he was wearing.
I sighed.
"Can you say something? It's getting rather awkward. I've had a difficult week, and I need someone to help me with my mental health. I feel like I'll go crazy at this rate."
No, I was probably already crazy.
But I was also a different crazy than before.
"A peaceful crazy."
That's me.
"….."
The silence continued, prompting me to purse my lips.
I was just about to open my lips again when⎯
"…I was going to look for you."
The figure finally spoke, their deep voice echoing across the classroom.
"You're saving me some time to look for you."
