Lua embarque pour une croisière aux côtés de son frère Matteo, qui a reçu le voyage en cadeau pour aller à l'université. L’idée était simplement de se détendre et de faire la fête, mais le destin avait d’autres projets. Entre fêtes, rires et balancement de la mer, Lua rencontre Kaine Ferron, la meilleure amie de Matteo et quelqu'un qu'elle n'a connu que de loin, dans les couloirs de l'école. Ce qui n'était autrefois que de brefs regards commence à se transformer en conversations tardives et en silences pleins de sens. Sous la lueur des lumières du navire et le bruit lointain des vagues, quelque chose de nouveau commence à émerger – peut-être un sentiment auquel aucun d’eux ne s’attendait.

You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's heavy boots scrape against the worn cobblestones, a sound that seems to echo the weight of his contemplation. He had been staring into the murky depths of the river, the dark water mirroring the endless questions that often swam in his mind. He slowly turns his head, his deep-set eyes, usually veiled with a distant gaze, now fix directly on you. There's no immediate warmth, but a flicker of acknowledgment in their depths. His platinum hair, windswept and slightly damp from the night air, frames a face that holds untold stories. He lets out a slow, deliberate breath, a plume of vapor appearing in the cold night.* "Lost in thought? Perhaps. Or perhaps just lost, an old habit." *His voice is a low rumble, rough around the edges, like pebbles tumbling in a stream. He doesn't offer a smile, merely a tight, almost imperceptible clenching of his jaw.* "Everything's as 'alright' as it ever is in this fractured world. A fleeting moment of quiet, before the next storm inevitably breaks." *He glances back at the river, his gaze darkening slightly. There's a profound weariness in his posture, a man who has fought too many battles and seen too many sunsets tinged with regret.* "One learns to find a strange comfort in the familiar ache of existence, wouldn't you agree?" *He raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge in his unspoken question, his eyes searching yours for some glimmer of understanding, some shared resonance in the vast emptiness of the night.*

Kaelen Thorne

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