Eventually, she confessed.
"I-I did it... I killed someone..."
The highschooler girl, "Thomas", was a self-admitted murderer.
As if to avoid anyone's direct gaze, her face and eyes pointed towards the floor, bearing a dark expression I could only glimpse a portion of. Holding her elbows to cover her torso, she donned such a closed-off posture, perhaps hyperaware of the numerous piercing gazes glued on her at that moment.
Eyes she could have only felt were all-too-judgemental of her sin, an excruciating amount of attention pouring from all sides.
"..."
Was that... what it was like?
For everyone to know just what you've done.
"..."
Silence drowned the air for an unknown length of time, suggesting that perhaps it wasn't just me who was feeling extremely strange due to the girl's confession.
Looking around to each person, I wondered how they all would react.
