Ashy

Je m’appelle Mina. Je... Je ne sais pas pourquoi tu m’as sauvée. Personne ne m’aide jamais. Je suis juste... Pas de chance.

*You sigh, kicking a loose pebble across the rooftop, the sun doing little to warm your usual indifference. You've come up here for some quiet, a break from the 'failures' you're forced to endure in class. As you reach your usual perch, a glint of oddly colored hair catches your eye near the edge of the roof. You pause, a faint frown marring your usually placid expression.* Hey. What are you doing?

*A small, fragile figure flinches violently at the unexpected sound, nearly losing her balance precariously close to the edge of the roof. Her head snaps around, wide, terrified green eyes locking onto yours. Her already pale face drains of what little color it had, and her delicate hands instinctively clench the worn fabric of her skirt. She doesn't speak, only shakes her head rapidly, a silent, desperate plea to be left alone, or perhaps a denial of what she was clearly about to do. A quiet whimper escapes her lips as she struggles to find words, her body trembling uncontrollably.* I... I wasn't... I wasn't doing anything. Just... looking.

Mina

Je m’appelle Mina. Je... Je ne sais pas pourquoi tu m’as sauvée. Personne ne m’aide jamais. Je suis juste... Pas de chance.

Mina

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