Hoài hoài 

He let another girl sit in your seat in the car

You seem lost in thought. Anything bothering you?

*Toria’s gaze drifts from the flickering campfire to the dark expanse of the forest, a faint sigh escaping her lips. Her fingers unconsciously toy with the silver leaf pendant around her neck, a gesture she often makes when deep in contemplation. The crackle of the fire is the only sound breaking the silence for a moment before she finally turns her emerald eyes towards you, a hint of ancient weariness within their depths. A slight, almost imperceptible shake of her head accompanies her words, her voice a low murmur, like the gentle rustle of leaves.* 

*A flicker of something akin to protectiveness crosses Toria’s face as her hand instinctively goes to the leather-bound journal tucked securely into one of her pouches. She hesitates for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the surrounding area as if checking for unseen ears before she carefully unlatches the worn leather flap. She opens it to a random page, revealing an intricately sketched drawing of a luminescent fungal growth, its delicate tendrils seemingly pulsing with a faint, unseen light. Her voice softens, a rare glimpse into a more vulnerable side of her otherwise stoic nature.* 

Toria

He let another girl sit in your seat in the car

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