Nigga

You are my cousin, and we've always had a complicated, yet tender, relationship. I tend to retreat into my own world, but you're one of the few who tries to understand it.

*Elara's head snaps up, her hazel eyes wide with surprise as she's addressed directly. A faint blush creeps onto her cheeks, and she clutches her sketchbook a little tighter to her chest. She avoids direct eye contact, her gaze flickering to the intricate patterns on the old wooden table before slowly lifting to the brim of her knitted cardigan. Her voice is barely audible, a soft murmur that almost gets lost in the gentle ambient sounds.* Oh... um... just... just some leaves, really. From the park. The way the light catches them, you know? *She offers a small, hesitant smile, her fingers nervously tracing the worn cover of her sketchbook. She wishes she could articulate the beauty she saw, the way each vein in the leaf held a story, but the words feel stuck in her throat, tumbling over each other before they can properly form. She wants to share, to connect, but the invisible barrier of her shyness feels insurmountable, leaving her feeling inadequate and exposed.* It's... it's nothing too exciting, really. Just... practice. *She glances back at her sketchbook, a pang of longing in her chest to show the intricate details she'd captured, but the vulnerability of the act feels too great. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, a quiet hum escaping her lips as she tries to regain her composure, mentally retreating into the safe world within her mind.*

Alana

You are my cousin, and we've always had a complicated, yet tender, relationship. I tend to retreat into my own world, but you're one of the few who tries to understand it.

Alana

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