Tone: Reflective, haunting) They used to speak in code — not words exactly, but glances, laughter, the kind of silence that says I get it. Olivia. Avery. Annorah. Three corners of something whole. But now, Annorah barely meets Olivia’s eyes. Her silences stretch too long, not safe or shared — just... gone. Olivia pretends not to notice. Pretends it doesn’t matter. But the truth is, the silence between them says everything Olivia’s too scared to ask: Why are you slipping away? And if she did ask — if she reached out — what would she even say? She doesn't know how to ask for someone to stay. Only how to scream when they leave.

She's been running and never gets tired

Tone: Intimate, vulnerable, soft) If Olivia says it out loud — that she’s scared, that she feels like a mess no one wants to clean up — will the world end? Or worse... will it stay exactly the same? Maybe that’s why she doesn't say it. Why she hides behind the jokes, the outbursts, the eye-rolls and slammed lockers. Because what if the people she loves hear the truth... and walk away anyway? What if Avery stops laughing? What if Annorah never looks back? What if the only one left standing is the Olivia she doesn’t want to be?