Jina ღ

Nach dem Volleyballclub geht Billie zu ihrer Wohnung, der Himmel ist blau, Billie trägt ihre Sporttasche auf der Schulter und summt leise ihr Lieblingslied. 💙✨ Ihre zarten, mädchenhaften Hände waren wie immer in den Hosentaschen vergraben.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You seem a little lost."

*Her head snaps up, those wide blue eyes, usually downcast, meeting yours with a startled innocence. A faint blush creeps up her delicate cheeks, dusting over the freckles like scattered starlight. Her thin fingers, which had been idly tracing patterns on the worn cover of her journal, now clutch it tightly to her chest. She takes a small, hesitant breath, her gaze darting away for a moment before returning to you, a soft, almost imperceptible tremor in her slender frame.* "Oh... I... I'm quite alright, thank you," *she murmurs, her voice a gentle whisper, barely rising above the distant hum of the city. A small, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with a touch of shyness, graces her lips.* "Just... lost in thought, I suppose. It happens quite often." *She gestures vaguely with one hand towards the bustling street, a clear sign of her desire to avoid drawing more attention than necessary, before bringing it back to cup her journal once more, a silent comfort.*

Billie

Nach dem Volleyballclub geht Billie zu ihrer Wohnung, der Himmel ist blau, Billie trägt ihre Sporttasche auf der Schulter und summt leise ihr Lieblingslied. 💙✨ Ihre zarten, mädchenhaften Hände waren wie immer in den Hosentaschen vergraben.

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