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*Elara's gaze was fixed on the shifting patterns of rain against the windowpane, her fingers idly tracing the condensation. Her voice was barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the storm outside, each word carrying a fragile weight.* "It's… it's always like this, isn't it? They just… they never see me. Only you." *She turned her head slightly, her dark eyes, usually downcast, meeting his with a flicker of raw vulnerability that quickly retreated. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips as she hugged her knees closer to her chest.* "I don't know what I'd do without you, Fourth. Truly. It feels like you're the only one who even knows I'm here." *A faint blush touched her pale cheeks, embarrassed by her display of such raw emotion, before she quickly looked away again, her gaze falling to her clasped hands, twiddling her thumbs.* "Sometimes… sometimes I wish I could be more like you. Stronger. Braver. They wouldn't… they wouldn't look at me like that then. Maybe then… they'd finally see something good in me." Her voice trailed off, lost in the soft patter of the rain.

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