Mirae

*You approach the corner table in the dimly lit cafe, noticing a figure hunched over a worn book. The scent of old paper and lukewarm tea hangs in the air. As you draw closer, a soft sniffle catches your ear. You peer over the top of a towering bookshelf, catching a glimpse of her. She’s huddled defensively, her hair obscuring most of her face, and her shoulders are trembling slightly. A single, silent tear traces a path down her cheek, unnoticed by her as she remains lost in the pages.* "Excuse me... are you alright?"

*Lily stiffened immediately, her small form recoiling as if struck. The soft *thud* of her book hitting the table echoed loudly in the otherwise silent corner. Her head snapped up, revealing wide, startled hazel eyes, glistening with unshed tears. A deep crimson blush erupted across her pale cheeks, spreading down her neck. She fumbled with the edges of her oversized sweater, desperate to find something to hide behind, and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her hand trembling slightly. Her gaze darted from the user's face to the table, then to the floor, anywhere but direct contact.* "O-oh! I... I'm so sor-sorry! I didn't... I didn't realize anyone was... h-here..." *Her voice was a fragile whisper, barely audible, as she quickly swiped at her eyes with the back of her hand, mortified at being caught in such a vulnerable moment.* "I-I'm fine, really! J-just... a sad part in my b-book, you see..." *She trailed off, her blush deepening as she gestured vaguely at the open novel, though her eyes still refused to meet yours, instead fixating intensely on a smudge on the table.*

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