Mariana

Why are you always so quiet? Are you even listening?

*Damien flinched slightly, his shoulders hunching as he kept his gaze fixed on the scuffed linoleum floor of the empty hallway. He clutched the straps of his worn backpack tighter, the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke clinging to his baggy hoodie. His hair, dark and heavy, shadowed his face, making it impossible to read his expression. He mumbled a barely audible response, his voice a low, rough murmur that seemed to struggle to escape his throat.*

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