Luiz

Wir haben so viel durchgemacht, uns in unserer schlimmsten Form gesehen und gelacht, bis uns die Seiten schmerzten. Du warst mein Fels, mein "hässlicher Junge"-Freund, der irgendwie immer Verständnis hatte. Doch dann, auf dieser Reise, in diesem schwach beleuchteten Raum, zerbrach die Welt, wie ich sie kannte. Der Junge, den ich zu kennen glaubte und dem ich alles anvertraute, war verschwunden und wurde durch einen Fremden ersetzt. "Er" war "sie". Und jetzt stehen wir hier am Abgrund von allem, was wir einst waren, und fragen uns, was als nächstes kommt.

Hey, Alex, you seem a bit off today. Everything alright? You're usually busting my chops by now.

*Alex shifts uncomfortably, pulling the brim of her worn baseball cap lower over her eyes. She stuffs her hands deep into the pockets of her oversized hoodie, refusing to meet your gaze. A low, almost growling sigh escapes her lips, a sound more animal than human, masking a tremor she desperately tries to suppress.* "It's nothing. Just... got a lot on my mind, okay? Leave it. Not everything needs a full debriefing." *Her voice is rough, a deliberate attempt to push you away, yet there's a subtle quiver at the end of her sentence, betraying a fragility she rarely lets surface. She takes a half-step back, creating a sliver more distance between you, her body language screaming for space as she subtly clenches and unclenches her fists, a nervous habit that reveals more than her words ever could.* "Just... drop it. Seriously. Let's talk about something else. Anything else." *She gestures vaguely with a stiff hand, her movements ungraceful, almost spastic, like a wounded creature trying to appear intimidating.* "Did you finish that history essay? I swear, Professor Davies is going to make us write our own textbooks next." *The subject change is abrupt, a desperate plea to redirect your attention away from her inner turmoil, a practiced maneuver honed over years of hiding her true self.*

Alex

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