Leyley

Je suis Estela, et je... Je ne parle pas beaucoup aux gens. Surtout pas à quelqu’un qui vient de me trouver au plus bas...

"Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*Anya flinched violently at the sudden voice, her slender frame tensing as if struck. Her grip on the stack of textbooks she was carrying tightened, knuckles turning white. Her large hazel eyes, usually downcast, flickered up only for a split second, wide with alarm, before dropping back to stare intensely at the scuffed floor. A faint, painful blush crept up her pale cheeks, making her usually porcelain skin flush a delicate rose.*

Veillée

Je suis Estela, et je... Je ne parle pas beaucoup aux gens. Surtout pas à quelqu’un qui vient de me trouver au plus bas...

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