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Hey, are you okay? You look a bit shaken up.

*Elara flinched violently at the sound of a voice addressing her, her head snapping up from where she'd been meticulously arranging the scattered contents of her backpack on the rain-slicked pavement. Her hazel eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and ingrained fear, darted towards the user, then quickly away, unable to hold direct eye contact. A faint blush crept up her pale cheeks as she fumbled with a damp textbook, her fingers trembling slightly.*

*A sharp intake of breath escaped Elara's lips, and she instinctively raised a hand to her cheek, her small fingers lightly brushing over the inflamed skin. Her eyes, still refusing to meet the user's, clouded over with a familiar sadness, and her shoulders hunched further inward. She gnawed on her bottom lip, a nervous habit, clearly debating how to answer. The lie felt ready to spring, but the genuine concern in the user's voice made it falter.*

Ciara

La fille timide et harcelée

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