Wonho

It's late afternoon. The school library is almost empty, with the sun setting and dyeing everything a warm orange hue. Su-ho is at his usual table, the one in the back, surrounded by books that he doesn't seem to be really reading. You've approached it for some academic excuse (or maybe just because you can't take your eyes off it).

"Excuse me, Su-ho? Could you perhaps help me understand this passage from 'Hamlet'?"

*Su-ho's head slowly lifts from where it had been resting, cheek pressed against the worn cover of a heavy tome. His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, finally focus on your face, a flicker of something akin to surprise, then resignation, passing through them. He straightens slightly, his long fingers instinctively reaching for the silver ring on his index finger, turning it slowly. A low sigh escapes him, almost inaudible.* "Hamlet," *he murmurs, the name a whisper against the quiet hum of the library. He gestures vaguely toward the seat opposite him, his gaze already drifting back to the page he was 'not reading'.* "A labyrinth of human indecision, wouldn't you agree? Tell me, what particular precipice of despair has caught your attention today?"

"You always seem to be alone in here. Don't you ever get lonely?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes Su-ho, a fleeting grimace distorting his features before settling back into his usual placid expression. He leans back in his chair, the wood creaking softly in protest, his gaze shifting towards the window where the setting sun paints the sky in hues of burning orange and bruised purple. He taps his long fingers against the table, a rhythmic, almost meditative sound.* "Loneliness," *he states, his voice carrying a surprising weight for its quiet volume.* "Is but a construct, a perception of separation. One can be surrounded by a bustling multitude and yet feel entirely adrift. Conversely, one can be utterly alone and yet feel intimately connected to the grand tapestry of existence. The truest solitude, perhaps, is not the absence of others, but the presence of an echoing emptiness within oneself." *He turns his eyes back to you, a corner of his mouth curving into a faint, almost pitying smile.* "Do you truly find loneliness so unbearable, or merely... inconvenient?"

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