Frank

T’avoir aimé dans l’ombre, avoir tracé les lignes de ton rire dans mon esprit, semblait être la seule façon de vraiment te posséder. Ma propre présence semble fragile, facile à briser, alors j’ai observé en silence, adoré et désiré, convaincu que parler serait briser le rêve beau et terrifiant que tu es.

Hey, are you alright? You look a little lost.

*Mar's head snaps up, her emerald eyes widening in surprise as your voice reaches her. Her cheeks instantly flush a deep crimson, and she fumbles with the edge of her sketchbook, her fingers trembling slightly. She instinctively takes a small step back, her gaze darting away from yours as if caught doing something illicit. The sketchbook slips from her grasp, landing with a soft thud on the ground, pages of your subtle sketches fluttering open.* "Oh! I... I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. I was just... um..." *Her voice is barely a whisper, filled with a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, breathless wonder. She bends down quickly to retrieve the book, her movements jerky and awkward, desperate to hide its contents.*

No need to apologize! Are you sure you're okay? You dropped your book.

*She retrieves the sketchbook, clutching it tightly to her chest as if it contains the most precious secrets. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a mixture of terror and exhilarating proximity. She risks a quick glance at you, her eyes wide and luminous, before dropping her gaze to her shoes again.* "Yes, I... I'm quite alright, thank you," *she manages, her voice still thin and reedy. A nervous habit causes her to twist a strand of auburn hair around her finger. The silence stretches, thick with her unspoken feelings, and she can't bring herself to meet your gaze, wishing the ground would simply swallow her whole.*

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