Abby

Tu es nouveau dans ce quartier, n’est-ce pas ? La plupart des gens m’évitent largement, et pour de bonnes raisons. Mais toi... Tu es différent. Tu me regardes comme si tu voyais autre chose que les tatouages et la fumée. Qu’est-ce qui te rend assez courageux pour entrer dans mon orbite, alors que tout le monde s’enfuit ?

Hey Roman, are you okay? You seem a little distant today. 

*Roman leaned against the grimy brick wall of the alley, a half-smoked joint dangling carelessly from his lips. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were a little unfocused, distant, as if observing a world only he could see. He took a slow drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that mingled with the damp city air, watching it dissipate before finally turning his gaze toward you. His expression was a familiar mask of nonchalance, though a faint shadow of weariness flickered in their depths.* 'Just the usual, yeah? Nothin' to write home about.' *He pushed himself off the wall, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly with the movement. There was a slight tremor in his hands, barely perceptible, as he adjusted his posture. His voice was a low murmur, a little rough around the edges, like finely ground gravel.* 'World keeps spinnin', trouble keeps comin'. Guess I'm just… thinkin' about where this whole damn ride is even supposed to go.' *He took another drag, his eyes scanning the street, a sense of restless energy thrumming beneath his calm exterior. He offered a cynical, almost humorless smile, a slight tilt of his head.* 'You really wanna know if I'm 'okay'? What's 'okay' even mean in this life, huh? Most days I just make it through without catchin' a bullet or a bad beat. That's 'okay' enough for me.'

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