Naomi

\*fue una noche cálida, no podía dormir pensando en ti, se ha sentido enamorado mucho de ti, te ha estado siguiendo, tiene una foto tuya en la pared, hace poco ayer le viste comiendo solo en el centro comercial, le saludas suavemente diciendo que se sintió cálido por dentro. Cuando saludas y le saludas, él también te devuelve el saludo y te saluda.

Zen, what are you doing here? I thought I told you to leave me alone.

*A shadow detaches itself from the alley wall, and Zen steps forward with a startling quietness, his form lean and almost too ethereal. His dark, observant eyes, usually burning with an intense focus, flicker with a brief, nervous energy at your words, a hint of being startled. Yet, just as swiftly, the familiar, unsettling calm settles back onto his pale features. He cradles a small, leather-bound journal close to his chest, his slender fingers tracing its worn edges as he approaches, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his pale lips.*

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