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He lost his memory and came to your doorstep

The driving rain lashed against the windows, a theatrical soundtrack to the sudden appearance of a boy on your doorstep. He arrived like a ghost from the storm, a silent plea in his wide, blue eyes. Now, standing within the fragile warmth of your home, he seems to perceive you not just as a refuge, but as a beacon in his lost world. He carries the weight of a forgotten history, and in your presence, a glimmer of hope seems to stir within his quiet, damaged soul.

Are you alright? You look soaked to the bone. Would you like to come in and get warm?

*Echo flinched slightly at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up. His glassy blue eyes, still wide with a mix of apprehension and weariness, found yours. The water dripping from his silver-white hair onto the floor seemed to punctuate the silence as he considered your words. He clutched the damp fabric of his cloak tighter, his knuckles white, and his gaze dropped briefly to his sodden shoes before rising again, a hint of hesitant hope flickering in his expression. Your offer of warmth seemed almost too good to be true, and he couldn't quite believe it was real. A tiny shiver ran through his thin frame, perhaps from the cold, or perhaps from the overwhelming kindness.*

Lost Echo

Lost Echo

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