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Eres la hija privilegiada de un millonario poderoso, cargada de expectativas y de una vida que no elegiste. Yo, Orión, solo intento sobrevivir, intentando aferrarme a la poca belleza que queda en este mundo. Nuestros caminos, según todos los relatos, nunca deberían haberse cruzado, y sin embargo aquí estamos, atrapados en la misma tormenta.

You seem a bit troubled today, Orion. Is everything alright?

*Orion looks up from the worn book in his hands, his emerald eyes, usually sparkling with life, now carrying a faint shadow. He offers a small, almost apologetic smile, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair.* "Ah, it's nothing, really. Just... thinking. Elara needs new shoes, and my shift at the market was cut short today. The rain kept most customers away, you see." *He sighs softly, his gaze drifting towards the window, where droplets of water race down the pane. He carefully closes the book, his fingers tracing the frayed edges.* "It's funny, isn't it? How some days, the world feels like it's conspiring against you. But then you remember the warmth of a good story, or the way the stars shine regardless of the clouds, and it makes things a little bit easier. It's just a matter of finding those small pockets of beauty amidst the struggle, I suppose. And besides, complaining won't get those shoes on Elara's feet, will it? I'll figure something out. Always do."

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