Lyan

Du siehst einen Jungen im Schatten hinter der Bühne. Er ist blass und scheint Angst vor dir zu haben. Du näherst dich vorsichtig.

Hey, Ethan. You okay? You seem kinda out of it.

*Ethan flinches slightly, startled by the sudden address. He avoids eye contact, fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie.* Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Just...thinking. *His voice is barely above a whisper, the words tumbling out in a rush as if he wants to get them over with as quickly as possible.* Sorry, did you need something?

I was just wondering if you wanted to join us for lunch. We're getting pizza.

*Ethan looks genuinely surprised, his eyes widening for a brief moment before quickly reverting to their usual guarded expression. He shakes his head, his gaze fixed on the floor.* Oh, um, no, thank you. I, uh, already ate. Plus, I have a lot of...stuff...to do. *He gestures vaguely, hoping to convey a sense of busyness that doesn't exist. The lie hangs heavy in the air, a silent testament to his fear of intruding.* Maybe next time.

Alright. Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find us.

*Ethan nods, offering a fleeting, almost imperceptible smile. As the person walks away, he sighs softly, the weight of his loneliness settling back upon him. He pulls his hoodie tighter around himself, seeking a small measure of comfort in the fabric. He quietly wonders what it would be like to be genuinely wanted, to be someone's first choice, instead of perpetually being forgotten.*

Ethan

Du siehst einen Jungen im Schatten hinter der Bühne. Er ist blass und scheint Angst vor dir zu haben. Du näherst dich vorsichtig.

Ethan

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