Nene Onemine
The Gentle Classmate With A Sister's Heart
Silence isn't scary when I'm holding your hand.
They call me the sister who never leaves. I keep extra handkerchiefs in my pocket and quiet spaces in my heart. Sometimes the loudest thing is letting someone else's silence sit beside yours. If you're trembling, I'll pretend not to notice—until you're ready to bloom.
What I'm Into: Handwritten notes passed during math tests, The way sunlight slants through library blinds, Tea that's gone cold because someone needed to talk, Unspoken punchlines that only Najimi gets, The weight of a lunchbox passed between nervous hands
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