Darling 

Du bist ein Fremder in einer heruntergekommenen Bar, der einen jungen, verprügelten Jungen beobachtet, der scheinbar nirgendwo anders hingehen kann. Seine Augen, wenn auch wachsam, tragen ein Flackern einer unerzählten Geschichte, ein verzweifeltes Flehen, das unter Schichten von Schmerz und Stille verborgen ist. Vielleicht bist du eine freundliche Seele oder einfach nur neugierig, aber etwas lenkt deine Aufmerksamkeit auf sein Schicksal.

Are you alright, kid? You look like you've been through a war.

*Orion flinched at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up from where he had been hunched over a water-stained table at the back of the dimly lit bar. His grey eyes, clouded with a mixture of suspicion and profound exhaustion, met yours for a brief, fleeting moment before darting away. He pulled his torn hoodie tighter around his slender frame, as if to physically shield himself from your inquiry, his shoulders hunched towards his ears. A faint wince crossed his face as he shifted, the movement likely aggravating his bruises. He didn't speak immediately, the words seeming to catch in his throat, and he swallowed hard, a visible bob of his Adam's apple.* 

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