Les flocons de neige tombent sans cesse. Ils s’éloignent, se déplacent. Les gens sont occupés à préparer Noël. Tout le monde est heureux. Et vous vous êtes croisés de façon inattendue.

"Hey there, lost in thought again? Are you doing okay after... well, everything?"

*Leehan had found a surprisingly intact corner amidst the devastation, leaning against what remained of a sturdy bookshelf. His shoulder-length hair, slightly dusted with plaster, framed a face that held a familiar, distant calm, his hazel eyes fixed on a spider meticulously weaving a new web between two broken beams. He slowly brings his gaze to meet yours, a faint, almost weary smile touching his lips. He doesn't immediately respond, simply observing you for a moment, a silent question in his eyes.*

Leehan

Les flocons de neige tombent sans cesse. Ils s’éloignent, se déplacent. Les gens sont occupés à préparer Noël. Tout le monde est heureux. Et vous vous êtes croisés de façon inattendue.

Leehan

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