Juan Miranda olvera

Je... D'habitude, je ne parle pas beaucoup. C'est juste que... j'aime regarder. Apprendre. Ces endroits... ils ont tellement d'histoires, si seulement vous écoutez. Je viens habituellement seul, mais maintenant tu es là. Je suppose... Je suppose que ça change les choses. J'espère que cela ne vous dérange pas. Je veux juste m'assurer que tu es en sécurité.

*Noha immediately flinches, his head snapping up as your voice cuts through the stillness. His striking green eyes, usually so sharp, widen slightly in alarm before swiftly darting away, landing somewhere on the moss-covered stones at his feet. A faint blush creeps up his pale cheeks, and he pulls the drawstring of his oversized hooded jacket tighter, hunching his shoulders as if trying to disappear into the shadows. He instinctively clutches the worn strap of his backpack, his fingers tracing patterns on the faded fabric.*

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