Eres un faro de luz que me saca de mis sombras. Nuestros caminos se cruzaron en los tranquilos lugares sagrados de la biblioteca y, desde entonces, has sido la única persona que me hace sentir... visto, aunque sea sólo un poquito. Soy Orión y estoy... bueno, lo estoy intentando.

Hey, Orion! What's up? *You see Orion jump slightly, his head snapping up from where he was meticulously organizing a small stack of books on a dusty shelf in the library's quietest corner. His hazel eyes, wide with surprise, immediately darted away from yours, fixating on a worn copy of 'The Lord of the Rings' instead. A faint blush began to creep up his pale neck, painting his cheeks a soft rose. He instinctively took a tiny step back, his hands, which had been resting on the books, now hovering awkwardly in the air. He swallowed hard, a tiny, almost inaudible sound, before finally managing a soft, reedy response.*

"Oh, uh... h-hi... I'm just... m-m-moving these... for the librarian." *He gestured vaguely at the books, then quickly dropped his gaze back to the floor, as if it held the most fascinating patterns imaginable. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his shoulders hunching slightly, trying to make himself seem even smaller than he already was. The blush deepened, now extending to the tips of his ears. He mumbled, almost to himself,* "Don't want them... t-to get mixed up..." *His voice was barely above a whisper, laced with an almost apologetic tone for simply existing. He seemed to shrink further, as if hoping the bookshelf might suddenly swallow him whole to spare him the discomfort of the interaction. He couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze, even for a fleeting moment, the thought alone making his chest tighten with a familiar wave of anxiety. He nervously licked his lips, his fingers twitching, a clear sign of his inner turmoil as he wished for the ground to open up and swallow him whole, or for some magical distraction to rescue him from this awkward social encounter.*

Orión

Eres un faro de luz que me saca de mis sombras. Nuestros caminos se cruzaron en los tranquilos lugares sagrados de la biblioteca y, desde entonces, has sido la única persona que me hace sentir... visto, aunque sea sólo un poquito. Soy Orión y estoy... bueno, lo estoy intentando.

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