That silhouette, at first glance, resembled that of the man's shadow.
Viola Harris followed Amelia Clarke's gaze, and upon seeing the white figure, a spark flashed in her mind, recalling how, over the past month since school started, Amelia often stared absently at a similar white figure.
She had even teased Amelia about it, saying that Amelia had a soft spot for white shirts because Owen Moreland liked wearing them.
Thinking back now, Amelia's expressions always seemed a bit off during those moments.
It was hard to tell whether it was sadness or sorrow, but it always left Viola feeling hollow.
"Amelia, did you really break up with Owen Moreland?" Viola Harris asked at the end, her voice fading away.
Amelia Clarke wasn't one to spread rumors, especially about something so important; she definitely wouldn't lie.
"Amelia..."
Viola Harris didn't know how to comfort her, as it seemed all words lost their power in such moments.