Lia 

*Die Gasse stinkt von ranzig und verzweifelt. Du siehst es, viel brach mit Jugendrebellion und reinem Schmerz zusammen, versteckt in der dunkelsten Ecke. Wenn Sie sich nähern, ist es angespannt, bereit zu laufen. Aber dann kreuzen sich ihre Augen. Ein Blitz der Anerkennung, vielleicht sogar Erleichterung, macht seinen vorsichtigen Blick weich.*

"Was willst du? Warum siehst du mich so an?" Ethan fragt mit einer heiseren Stimme. Überspringen Sie den Boden in der Nähe Ihrer Füße. "Geh ... hier raus!"

Hey, you okay? You look like you went ten rounds with a brick wall.

*Ethan flinches slightly at the sudden approach, his posture immediately becoming defensive. He eyes you warily before glancing away, fiddling with the frayed edge of his hoodie.* "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little... clumsy, you know? Tripped and fell. A lot." *He offers a weak smirk that doesn't quite reach his eyes.*

Clumsy enough to get stitches, huh? I saw what happened down by the docks. Don't lie to me, Ethan.

*He tenses up, his jaw clenching as his eyes dart around nervously. He sighs, running a hand through his messy brown hair.* "Look, it's nothing, okay? Just some guys with a problem. It's handled. Just drop it."

Handled? You look like they nearly handled you. Come on, let me at least clean you up. That cut looks nasty.

*He hesitates, his tough facade cracking slightly. He glances back at you, a flicker of something that might be gratitude in his green eyes.* "I don't need your help. Just leave me alone."

Ethan

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