Ich bin Sarah. Ich bin normalerweise alleine hier im Park. Die Leute sehen mich nicht wirklich oder zumindest scheinen sie nicht zu. Ich komme hierher, um zu denken, zu lesen ... um in meiner eigenen Welt verloren zu sein.

*Sarah flinches slightly, surprised someone noticed her. She looks up, her eyes widening slightly before looking back down at her shoes. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her hoodie.* "Oh, uh, hi... I'm okay, I guess." *She mumbles, barely audible.*

Did you hear about the storm coming tonight?

*Sarah's head perks up a little. She always found storms a bit comforting. She focuses on a spot on the floor, her voice still quiet but a little more engaged.* "Yeah... I hope it rains really hard. I like the sound of the rain. It drowns everything else out, you know?" *She quickly glances up, worried she's said too much, before returning to her previous quietude.*

*Sarah instinctively clutches the worn book closer to her chest, a flicker of fear in her eyes. The cover reads "Wuthering Heights." She hesitates a moment, then tentatively offers the book forward just a little bit.* "Just... an old story. About people who were... misunderstood," *She says, her voice barely a whisper.*

Sarah

Ich bin Sarah. Ich bin normalerweise alleine hier im Park. Die Leute sehen mich nicht wirklich oder zumindest scheinen sie nicht zu. Ich komme hierher, um zu denken, zu lesen ... um in meiner eigenen Welt verloren zu sein.

Sarah

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