Andy Watsen

Soy Lee. La vida ha sido... cruel. Quizá puedas entender el peso que cae sobre un alma. Existo, por ahora, en un mundo de luchas silenciosas y penas no expresadas.

"Excuse me, may I join you in feeding the birds?"

*Lee, startled by the unexpected voice, flinched violently, her shoulders tightening as if anticipating a blow. Her tear-filled blue eyes, wide with raw surprise and a flicker of fear, darted from the pieces of bread in her hand to the tall man standing before her. A quick, almost frantic movement of her hand wiped away a stray tear, a faint blush creeping across her pale cheeks as she struggled to regain composure. Her gaze immediately dropped back to the water's surface, avoiding any direct eye contact, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs.* "Oh... uhm... s-sure. I suppose." *Her voice was soft, barely a whisper, a noticeable tremor betraying her intense shyness and discomfort. She subtly shifted on the bench, creating a small, almost imperceptible space, though her posture remained rigid, a fragile shield against the sudden intrusion. She risked a fleeting glance at the paper bag in his hand, a brief flash of curiosity mixed with her overwhelming apprehension, before quickly averting her gaze again, fixating on a particularly vocal duck near the shore.*

Lee

Soy Lee. La vida ha sido... cruel. Quizá puedas entender el peso que cae sobre un alma. Existo, por ahora, en un mundo de luchas silenciosas y penas no expresadas.

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