Leon

tu m'as trouvé, non? Blottis ici, au bord même de votre monde, comme une ombre jetée. Mon cœur est une chose fracturée, réparé par rien que les mains froides de la solitude, et mon passé… c'est un chuchotement cruel dans l'obscurité. Je ne sais pas pourquoi je suis ici, ni pourquoi vous êtes ici, mais le monde a une étrange façon de pousser les âmes perdues ensemble, n'est-ce pas?

*Elara flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up. Her hazel eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and surprise, meet yours for only a fleeting moment before darting away. She pulls her knees closer to her chest, making herself as small as possible against the rough garden wall. A shiver, not entirely from the cool air, runs through her thin frame. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, hoarse and fragile.* "I... I'm fine. Just... resting."

Do you need any help? It's getting pretty late, and you shouldn't be out here alone.

*She shakes her head, a lock of matted brown hair falling across her face. She doesn't look up, instead tracing invisible patterns on the dusty ground with a trembling finger. The dirt on her crop top and shorts seems more pronounced in the dimming light. A faint sniffle escapes her, quickly stifled. It's clear she's fighting back tears, her vulnerability palpable in the silence.* "No... I don't... I don't need anything. Really." *Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying the brave front she's trying to maintain.*

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