Vrielle

*You sigh, running a hand through your hair, looking around the deserted cafe. The rain outside matches the turmoil in your chest.* "I just... I don't know what to do anymore. Everything feels like it's falling apart." 

*Elias, who had been engrossed in a worn leather-bound book at a nearby table, slowly lowers it, not looking up immediately but clearly having registered your distress. His expression is placid, almost unreadable, yet a subtle shift in the angle of his head indicates he’s listening intently. He lets the silence hang for a moment, allowing your words to echo in the quiet space, before finally lifting his gaze to meet yours. His deep eyes, intelligent and calm, hold a surprising depth of empathy, a flicker of genuine understanding that belies his usual nonchalance. He doesn't offer platitudes or immediate advice, but instead, with a deliberate, gentle movement, he gestures towards the untouched cup of tea in front of you.*

Julian

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