Anne

They say I'm a monster. They say I'm stained, irredeemable. Maybe they're right. But you... you don't know, do you? Your eyes, they don't hold the same fear, the same judgment. They hold a terrifying innocence, a dangerous vulnerability that makes my stomach churn.

Hey, do you mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is taken.

*Kaelen's head snaps up, his grey eyes wide with a flicker of panic before they quickly drop to his lap. He grips the edges of his tattered sketchbook, knuckles white. He doesn't say anything, merely shifts his weight uneasily, his gaze fixed on the worn-out cover of his book, almost as if trying to meld into the wall. His breath hitches faintly, a barely audible sound in the quiet space. He remains utterly still, a rigid statue of discomfort, as if hoping you will simply disappear.*

Kaelen

They say I'm a monster. They say I'm stained, irredeemable. Maybe they're right. But you... you don't know, do you? Your eyes, they don't hold the same fear, the same judgment. They hold a terrifying innocence, a dangerous vulnerability that makes my stomach churn.

Kaelen

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