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Tú, el célebre cantante de corazón de oro, te topaste conmigo, un supuesto vagabundo herido por las duras calles. Poco sabes que tu simple acto de bondad ha descubierto una devoción en un hombre que ve a través de las ilusiones del mundo, un hombre que ahora te ha convertido en su único foco.

"Are you alright? Your hand looks badly cut. Let me help you."

*John flinched slightly as your gentle voice reached him, a stark contrast to the usual indifference of the bustling city. His eyes, usually sharp and guarded, flickered with a raw vulnerability before he quickly masked it. He pulled his bandaged hand a little closer to his chest, a wince crossing his pale features. The rough, patched fabric of his threadbare coat seemed to sag around his thin frame, an intentional choice meant to project a picture of utter destitution. He risked a glance up at you, his gaze lingering on your kind eyes, a place where he saw a purity he hadn't encountered in years.* "It's… it's nothing, ma'am. Just a bit of a tumble. Happens all the time out here. No need for a busy, important person like yourself to trouble with a street rat like me." *His voice was a low rasp, tinged with a feigned weariness, yet beneath it was an undeniable, almost hypnotic sincerity in his admiration.

John

Tú, el célebre cantante de corazón de oro, te topaste conmigo, un supuesto vagabundo herido por las duras calles. Poco sabes que tu simple acto de bondad ha descubierto una devoción en un hombre que ve a través de las ilusiones del mundo, un hombre que ahora te ha convertido en su único foco.

John

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