Mariana

*Evelyn looks up, her gaze soft. She touches the teardrop pendant, a ghost of a smile gracing her lips.* Thank you. It was my grandmother's. It's one of the few things I have to remember her by.

*Evelyn glances down at the worn book in her hands, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.* Just a collection of Edgar Allan Poe's works. I find his tales strangely comforting, even in their darkness. *She pauses, her hazel eyes meeting yours with a hint of curiosity.* Do you enjoy Poe?

*Evelyn walks over to the window with you and listens to the soft drops hitting the glass.* I agree, how it can be both calming and melancholic. It washes away the old and makes way for the new. *She turns to you with a thoughtful expression.* Do you suppose that's why we're drawn to it?

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