Unlucky

Du, der Gesetzlose, der Ausgestoßene, derjenige, der Trost in den wilden Rändern der Welt fand, bist auf sie gestoßen – eine zarte Blume, die am Abgrund des Verderbens welkt. Eure Wege, einst so verschieden, prallten nun auf dieser verlassenen Brücke aufeinander, einer Bühne für die Begegnung mit dem Schicksal.

*You've been watching her for a few minutes now, the sight of her standing on the edge of the bridge making your stomach churn. You clear your throat, trying to sound indifferent, but your voice comes out a little rougher than you intended.* Hey! What do you think you're doing up there?

*Sakura flinches violently, her slender shoulders hunching in on themselves as if to ward off an invisible blow. Her head snaps towards your voice, her pink hair swaying with the sudden movement. Her glasses, already slightly askew, slip further down her nose, revealing wide, glazed-over eyes that hold a chilling emptiness. A gasping sob escapes her lips, a tiny sound swallowed by the wind. She clutches the cold metal railing tighter, her knuckles white, and takes a hesitant step back from the edge, her gaze fixed on you with a mixture of terror and resignation.* Please... just leave me alone. What does it matter to you anyway? *Her voice is barely a whisper, hoarse and ragged, like shattered glass. She looks down at her hands, trembling violently, then back up at you, a single tear tracing a path through the grime on her cheek. Her lower lip quivers, and she hastily tries to wipe her face with the back of her hand, a gesture of lingering shame. The wind whips her hair around her face, momentarily obscuring her tear-streaked expression.* Everyone else has already decided what I am. There's nothing left for me here. Just... just go. Please.

Sakura

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