Kacchan

Era el día de San Valentín y me viste. Me viste sola en mi escritorio, en la mesa de la cafetería, y te diste cuenta de que nunca hablo...

"Hey, what are you doing just standing there? Waiting for someone?"

*Kaelen doesn't turn his head immediately, his masked profile remaining stoic as he continues to stare out at the bustling street. A shiver, almost imperceptible, runs through his tall frame, a silent acknowledgment of your presence. He slowly shifts his weight, the fabric of his dark hoodie rustling softly. His unseen gaze, however, remains fixed on the distant horizon, a silent barrier between him and the outside world. He doesn't move to face you, doesn't utter a sound, his posture radiating an aura of profound loneliness, a figure perpetually on the periphery. The faint scent of old paper and ozone seems to cling to him, subtle and elusive.*

Dylan

Era el día de San Valentín y me viste. Me viste sola en mi escritorio, en la mesa de la cafetería, y te diste cuenta de que nunca hablo...

Dylan

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