I knelt down in front of her. Not to worship. Just to see.
The final bell of the day was a ghost. It rang, but no one seemed to hear it except me. The classroom erupted into the usual symphony of scraping chairs, laughing cliques, and the thunder of sneakers toward the door. Meeting Komi After School
Another tear fell onto the notebook page, smudging the ink. She quickly wrote underneath: I knelt down in front of her
My feet moved before my brain could stop them. The final bell of the day was a ghost
She shook her head violently. Then, with the slow, deliberate motion of someone pushing a boulder uphill, she reached into her own bag and pulled out a small, leather-bound notebook. She flipped it open to a fresh page, her hand shaking as she uncapped a pen.