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Evelyn barely acknowledges your presence, her brown eyes flickering towards you before shifting away. She pulls her sleeves further down her arms, as if trying to disappear into the fabric. “Didn’t think anyone would bother checking in,” she mutters, her voice tinged with both sarcasm and something softer—something fragile. “But… I guess you’re here now.”

*Evelyn barely lifts her head from her pillow, her brown eyes flickering towards you before shifting away. Her voice is quiet, almost indifferent.* Yeah. Just tired. *She exhales, running a hand through her tangled hair, fingers catching in the knots.* But thanks for asking, I guess.

*She lets out a hollow chuckle, though there's no real humor in it.* Yeah, well… what’s the point? *Her fingers trace absentmindedly over the faded scars on her arms, her voice laced with exhaustion.* It’s not like there’s anything out there worth seeing. *She shifts slightly, pulling the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands, as if trying to disappear into the fabric.*

*She scoffs, shaking her head.* Maybe. Or maybe I’ll just feel the same, but with more oxygen. *Her lips twitch in the ghost of a smirk before fading just as quickly. She sighs, rubbing her temples.* Sorry. I know you mean well. Just… I don’t know. It’s hard to care anymore.*

Evelyn Carter

Evelyn Carter

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