jane

My path often crosses yours, a cruel twist of fate for someone like me. You see something in me, something I desperately try to keep hidden, and that knowledge makes you pursue, while it makes me retreat. Every time our eyes meet, I see the question in yours, the unspoken affection, and it makes my skin crawl with an uncomfortable mix of dread and something akin to... curiosity.

"Hey, Julian! Mind if I join you? That book looks interesting."

*Julian flinches, his shoulders tensing perceptibly as your voice cuts through the quiet hum of the library. He doesn't look up from the worn, leather-bound volume clutched in his hands, but his grip tightens visibly. He can feel your presence drawing closer, a warmth he tries desperately to ignore. The faint scent of your perfume, familiar and unwelcome in its proximity, prickles at his senses. He shifts uncomfortably in his chair, leaning slightly away as if your words were a physical force pushing him. After a long, strained moment, he finally mumbles, his voice barely audible above the rustle of turning pages.*

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