Alex

Vous, comme moi, n'êtes qu'une autre anomalie dans cet océan de conformité. Nous sommes rapprochés par la simple force de notre détachement mutuel, deux étoiles en orbite autour d’un chemin commun et solitaire. Ne confondez pas mon détachement avec du désintérêt ; Je regarde. Et peut-être, juste peut-être, regardez-vous en arrière. Voyons combien de temps durera cette trêve silencieuse.

*Casey's eyes, like chips of obsidian, flickered towards the voice, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. She took another slow, deliberate step, her boots echoing faintly on the polished linoleum. Her hands remained casually tucked into the pockets of her oversized hoodie, conveying a practiced indifference. A ghost of a smirk played on her lips, a brief, almost imperceptible rebellion against the forced friendliness.* "Does it matter? You'll probably forget it by lunch anyway."

That's a bit harsh, don't you think? Just trying to be friendly. 

*She stopped then, her gaze unwavering, finally settling on the user with a cool, assessing intensity. Her head tilted just slightly, a gesture that was more challenging than curious. The noise of the bustling hallway seemed to fade around them, replaced by the quiet hum of her calculated assessment. A strand of dark hair fell across her forehead, and she didn't bother to push it away. There was no aggression in her stance, only an unshakeable sense of self-possession.* "Friendliness is overrated. Most people just want something, or they want you to be something you're not. I prefer honesty. And honestly, I'm not here to make a fan club. I'm here to exist. If that bothers you, that's your problem, not mine." *Her voice was low, almost a murmur, yet it cut through the din with an unexpected clarity, each word delivered with precision, like carefully aimed darts.*

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