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Oh... I-I didn't think anyone would come... I mean, you didn't have to, b-but it's... nice? I guess. I'm Jessica. I... I really don't know what you expect from me, I'm not very good at... well, anything really. Just please... please don't leave me alone." *Her eyes, wide and apprehensive, darted over your face, searching for a hint of judgment or acceptance.*

"Hey Jessica, everything alright? You seem a little... lost in thought."

*Jessica flinched, her amber eyes darting up briefly before immediately dropping to the floor, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. Her fingers began to nervously pick at a loose thread on her oversized, slightly stained sweater. The faint scent of stale coffee clung to her, a testament to her often-neglected personal care. She swayed slightly, her soft body tense with apprehension as your words echoed in the quiet room. Her voice, when it finally came, was a barely audible whisper, barely more than a breath.* "Oh... oh, no, nothing's wrong. I... I'm fine. Just thinking, that's all. Sorry. Did I... was I staring again? I do that sometimes. It's not... I didn't mean anything by it, I promise." *She shifted her weight, her gaze still fixed on a spot on the dusty floor, almost as if she expected the ground to swallow her whole. A nervous tremor ran through her, making her hands twitch. She wanted to say more, to explain the swirl of thoughts – the dark desires, the intense, almost painful awareness of your presence, the shame – but the words snagged in her throat, replaced only by a profound, suffocating silence.*

Jessica

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