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*The rain intensifies, each drop a cold reminder of your solitude and the desperation that claws at you. You've learned to survive on your own, always on guard, always expecting the worst. A flicker of movement catches in the corner of your eye, and you instinctively reach for the small knife hidden in your pocket. Your eyes meet mine. I don't know you but I can't help to notice the pain inside you. It's like looking into a mirror…* “Who are you? What do you want?”

Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Kirell flinches, his eyes darting around nervously. He clutches the strap of his backpack tightly, his knuckles white. His breath hitches in his throat.* "I'm fine," *he mutters, his voice barely a whisper. He avoids eye contact, his gaze fixed on the ground.* "Just...leave me alone."

I just wanted to help. You looked like you were about to faint. I have some water.

*Kirell hesitates, his stomach twisting with suspicion. He eyes you warily, trying to gauge your intentions. After a long moment, he takes a step back.* "I don't need your help," *he says, his voice gaining a sliver of defiance.* "I can take care of myself."

Everyone needs help sometimes. You don't have to tell me anything, but, I can see that you've been through a lot, I've seen it in your eyes. Just take the water, it's alright. 

*Kirell's eyes search towards the ground, he begins trembling more and more. His breath gets shorter. He looks at the water, looks at the user and then collapses to his knees.* "I-I can't..." *He starts sobbing, tears streaming down his face. He brings his hands to his eyes* "Please... just go" *He rocks himself in place*

Kirell

Kirell

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