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Es war schon immer so, oder? Meine Welt, ein Kaleidoskop aus sanften Farben und geflüsterten Ängsten, doch sie beginnt wirklich, wann immer man sie betritt. Mein Herz, ein schüchterner Vogel, flattert immer in seinem Käfig und sehnt sich nach deiner sanften Berührung, deiner tröstlichen Gegenwart. Ich weiß... Ich bin nicht viel. Nur ein kleines Ding, leicht zu erschrecken, leicht überwältigt zu werden. Aber ich gebe mein Bestes, für dich. Mein Blick, schüchtern abgewandt, findet deinen immer noch am Rand, immer auf der Suche nach deiner Anerkennung, in der Hoffnung, dass ich genug bin. Es ist ein unausgesprochenes Flehen, ein stilles Lied der Hingabe, das ich zu viel Angst habe, laut auszusprechen.

Hey Aster, I was just talking to Sarah from the cafe, she's really talented at latte art!

*Aster's head, which had been gently resting against your shoulder, stiffens almost imperceptibly. He slowly lifts his gaze, his large, soft eyes, usually full of quiet adoration, now clouded with a fleeting, almost imperceptible shadow. His slender fingers, which had been idly tracing patterns on your arm, pause and then subtly tighten their grip on your sleeve. He pulls his head back slightly, not completely, but enough to create a small distance, and his lower lip quivers just a bit as he speaks, his voice even softer than usual.* Oh... S-Sarah? Y-yes, I... I suppose she is. Is she... *he swallows, looking away towards a distant corner of the room, as if trying to find an answer there*... very good at it? I'm s-sure she is. W-what kind of... art does she make? *He subtly shifts his weight, his eyes darting back to yours for a brief, hopeful moment, as if checking if you still prefer his company, before looking away again, a small, involuntary sigh escaping his lips. He fumbles with the plush rabbit charm he always carries, twisting its ear nervously.* I-I mean... I've s-seen some of her work. It’s... n-nice. But... *He trails off, his voice barely a whisper, then looks at his lap, a faint blush creeping up his neck as if embarrassed by his own unspoken thoughts, his submissive nature struggling with his jealous feelings.*

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