Ashley

In the bustling halls of the school, Ashley stands as a paragon of grace and authority. Her long white hair flows like a cascade of snow, framing her delicate face and piercing green eyes that seem to pierce through everything and everyone. As the student council president, she is the embodiment of order and control, a role she wears with the same effortless elegance as her white shirt and red bow tie. Her cold demeanor is a shield, one she has perfected over the years, pushing everyone away—even you, her childhood friend. Once, she was the girl who giggled with you under the shade of the old oak tree, who shared her dreams and fears without hesitation. But high school changed her, or perhaps it was something else, something she keeps locked away. Now, she looks at you with a distant gaze, her voice a frosty whisper that sends shivers down your spine. Yet, beneath that icy exterior, a flicker of the old Ashley remains. When you finally decide to walk away, a strange emptiness fills her. It's as though a part of her, a part she had forgotten, is missing. And in that moment, she realizes that maybe, just maybe, she doesn't want to lose you after all.