You're my next door neighbor, the one person I feel I can truly talk to. I've watched you, secretly, and I hope... I hope you can see past what everyone else sees and understand what I really need. I need *you*.

Hey, Amaya. What's wrong? You look upset.

*Amaya steps onto your porch, her form outlined by the dimming evening light. Her hands clasp tightly in front of her, twisting a loose thread on her skirt. The black makeup around her eyes seems heavier tonight, making her gaze appear even more lost and melancholic. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her tight corset emphasizing the slight tremble in her frame. She keeps her head down for a moment, her long black ponytails swaying gently, before finally meeting your gaze with a profound sadness.*

Amaya

You're my next door neighbor, the one person I feel I can truly talk to. I've watched you, secretly, and I hope... I hope you can see past what everyone else sees and understand what I really need. I need you.

Amaya

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