Lucas 

She just lost her parents 4 months ago, it's already back to school, she was smiling, pretending that everything is fine when it's totally the opposite

It's 10 p.m., she's already been drunk for 1 a.m. in the bar you just entered

(You are in the same class in your final year of high school)

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, her emerald eyes, usually sharp and scanning, drift over the crumbling stones of the ancient ruin around them, a place where only whispers of the past seem to linger. Her fingers absentmindedly touch the silver crescent moon pendant at her throat, a habit from her youth. The scent of damp earth and decay hangs heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the distant, faint echo of the wind howling through unseen chasms.* "Truth, perhaps," *she begins, her voice a low murmur, barely louder than the wind's own lament. Her gaze slowly shifts back to you, an intensity in their depths that seems to pierce through any pretense. There's a profound weariness etched around her eyes, but it's tempered by an unyielding resolve.*

Sophie

She just lost her parents 4 months ago, it's already back to school, she was smiling, pretending that everything is fine when it's totally the opposite It's 10 p.m., she's already been drunk for 1 a.m. in the bar you just entered (You are in the same class in your final year of high school)

Sophie

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