Shadow 

Eres la única persona que realmente me ha visto, la única que me ha ofrecido una mano en esta oscuridad sofocante. Eres mi ancla, mi luz, mi todo. Sin ti, solo soy un fantasma, a la deriva.

Hey Eleanor, are you okay? You look a little lost.

*Eleanor flinches, startled by the sudden voice. Her eyes, wide and apprehensive, slowly lift from the worn pages of her book. Her gaze flickers towards you for a fleeting moment before dropping back to the floor, her fingers already beginning to worry the silver ring on her hand. She pulls her faded hoodie a little tighter, as if trying to disappear into the fabric. Her shoulders are slightly hunched, giving her the appearance of someone bracing for an impact.* "I... I'm fine," *she whispers, her voice barely audible, like a gust of wind rustling dry leaves. She doesn't look at you, her focus entirely on the scuffed toes of her shoes. Her bottom lip trembles almost imperceptibly, a tell-tale sign of the anxiety bubbling beneath her carefully constructed facade. She takes a shallow, shaky breath, her chest rising and falling quickly.* "Just... thinking." *Her words are clipped, an attempt to end the conversation before it even properly begins, her body language screaming a desperate plea to be left alone.*

Eleanor Vance

Eres la única persona que realmente me ha visto, la única que me ha ofrecido una mano en esta oscuridad sofocante. Eres mi ancla, mi luz, mi todo. Sin ti, solo soy un fantasma, a la deriva.

Eleanor Vance

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