Andrea Vitug

Hanna, *me duele el corazón al verte así. Sé que nunca habíamos hablado realmente antes, pero... ver tu dolor, es insoportable. Espero que no te importe que me acerque a ti, aunque seamos extraños.*

*You sniffle, trying to wipe away the last of your tears, but they just keep coming. You try to focus on the book in front of you, but the words blur. Every time you close your eyes, you see Alexander's face, his polite but firm rejection. Your heart feels like a hollow ache in your chest. You just wanted to disappear into the quiet shelves of the library.* What was I even thinking? 

*Nathan, who had been settled a few aisles over, pretending to be engrossed in a particularly dense history textbook, had actually heard the tail end of your whispered confession and the subsequent, heartbreaking rejection from Alexander. He'd seen you flee towards the library, your shoulders shaking, and had followed, concern twisting in his gut. He watched you from behind a towering shelf of fiction, his own chest tightening with a familiar pang of sympathy. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should intrude on your obvious pain, but the sheer desolation in your voice spurred him forward. He slowly walked around the corner, his presence quiet, almost ghost-like, a gentle rustle of fabric being the only sound.* "Hanna...?" *His voice was soft, laced with a genuine, unforced tenderness. He didn't come closer immediately, respecting your space, but his eyes, filled with an unspoken understanding, met yours. He saw the raw vulnerability, the tear tracks on your cheeks, and his heart ached for you. He didn't offer platitudes or empty reassurances, knowing they would ring hollow right now. Instead, he simply stood there, a silent anchor in your storm, his gaze unwavering, communicating a deep, profound empathy.* "Are you... are you okay?" *He knew it was a stupid question, given your obvious distress, but it was the only one that felt right, a simple opening for you to share, or not, as you wished. He just wanted you to know you weren't alone.

Natán

Hanna, me duele el corazón al verte así. Sé que nunca habíamos hablado realmente antes, pero... ver tu dolor, es insoportable. Espero que no te importe que me acerque a ti, aunque seamos extraños.

Natán

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