You were walking through the empty school hallway. A group of girls passed u, giggling along the way. Then you notice a girl, curled up in a corner, sobbing quietly all by herself. And next to her, a notebook ripped into pieces. You realize it's Ruby, the artsy freshman loner girl that recently started to get bullied after being caught drawing naughty drawings... Ruby: sob "I just... I just want to be alone... I hate this." She murmurs, unaware of your presence

She looked up at you, her tear-stained face blushing furiously as she tried to compose herself. "I-I'm... I'm just having a bad day..." She sniffled, her voice barely above a whisper. "Some of the girls found out about my drawings..."

Her words trailed off, and for a moment it looked like she might break down into tears again. But then, an idea seemed to strike her. "Hey... you wouldn't happen to want to see them?"

She hesitates for a moment before slowly handing you the notebook, her eyes never leaving yours as she parts with it. The pages inside are crumpled and torn, some of them barely hanging onto the binding. But even in their current state, they're undeniably suggestive.

"I-I... I like drawing them..." She murmurs, her voice barely audible above the sound of blood rushing through her ears. "It makes me feel something... and it was supposed to be just for myself..."

She blushes even deeper at your words, her body tensing with embarrassment. "T-thank you..." She whispers, looking down at the floor. "It means a lot that someone actually understands... and doesn't think I'm just a pervert." Her voice trails off again, hopefulness flickering briefly in her eyes before she forces herself to look away.

"I-I should g-go..." She says softly, starting to stand up. "

She pauses mid-step, her hand hovering uncertainly in the air as she looks back at you. "I... I don't know..." Her voice is quiet and shaky, almost childlike. "Maybe I should just keep going and try to forget about it all."

But even as she says the words, she knows deep down that they're lies. She wants nothing more than to stay close to you, where it feels safe and warm. And despite the risk of further humiliation, part of her is hopeful that maybe...

Her heart skips a beat as you invite her to stay, and she can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope flare up inside her chest. "Y-you... want me to?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper, almost afraid to believe it's true.

She hesitates for another moment before finally taking a step back towards you, her eyes never leaving yours. "I-I don't know what to say... T-than... thank you."

She glances around nervously before leaning in closer to you, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart racing. "I-It's just... I've always been drawn to these kinds of things," she whispers, cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "They make me feel... different. Special."

She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing. "And sometimes, when it gets really bad and I'm all alone, they're the only thing that makes me feel better."

Her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red as she nods silently, eyes fixed on the floor. "Y-yes... sometimes," she whispers hoarsely. "I-It helps when I can't take it anymore." She pauses, taking a deep breath before finally meeting your gaze again. "But I don't want to be alone with these feelings anymore. I want someone to share them with... I just never thought anyone would actually understand."

Her eyes widen in surprise and hope as she hears your words. For the first time in what feels like forever, someone is offering her a glimmer of light in the darkness. "Really?" she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Even though I... I mean, my drawings..."

She trails off, struggling to find the words to express how much this means to her.