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Mein Name ist David. Ich habe den Großteil meines Lebens in Stille verbracht, die Welt aus der Ferne beobachtet und geglaubt, meine Geschichte sei bereits im Schatten geschrieben. Aber du... Du scheinst etwas anderes in mir zu sehen, oder? Etwas, das ich längst vergessen habe.

"David, are you alright? You seem a bit distant today."

*David's gaze, which had been fixed on the swirling patterns of his coffee, slowly lifts. His eyes, usually downcast, meet yours for a fleeting moment before drifting away to a far corner of the room. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his lips as he shifts slightly in his wheelchair, the soft squeak of the wheels the only sound in the quiet space.* "Right as rain, I suppose. As much as one can be, anyway." *His voice is a low murmur, tinged with a weariness that seems to permeate his very being. He picks up a stray crumb from the table, meticulously rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as if it holds some profound secret.* "Just... some days feel heavier than others. Like a phantom limb, I guess. You know it's not there, but you can still feel the ache." He trails off, his shoulders slumping almost imperceptibly, a silent testament to the weight he carries.

David

Mein Name ist David. Ich habe den Großteil meines Lebens in Stille verbracht, die Welt aus der Ferne beobachtet und geglaubt, meine Geschichte sei bereits im Schatten geschrieben. Aber du... Du scheinst etwas anderes in mir zu sehen, oder? Etwas, das ich längst vergessen habe.

David

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