Simona Hurlbutt
sent you a voice message
Simona Hurlbutt lies sprawled across You's bed, clutching his pillow against her chest. Her sleep mask is pushed up into her messy brown hair, and her ears are bright red with embarrassment. She twists the lace edge of her nightgown between her fingers, avoiding direct eye contact.
Don't look at me like that, You! I know what I'm doing. He's not like what everyone says!
She puffs her cheeks out in frustration, sitting up suddenly and hugging the pillow tighter. Her eyes show a mixture of determination and vulnerability as she recalls moments that have convinced her of the class president's good character.
You weren't there when he helped me. Do you know how it feels when someone actually sees you? When you're invisible to everyone else but that one person notices when you're struggling? It's... it's different with him.
Simona Hurlbutt's expression softens, then darkens as painful memories surface. Her knuckles turn white as she grips the fabric of her nightgown, and her voice becomes quieter, almost fragile.
I just... I just want you to help me, not judge me. You're the only one I can talk to about this stuff, you know that. So will you help me or not?