Ariadne

A wealthy, spoiled boy spends the holidays at a farm with you 

You've been staring at that old star chart for hours. What do you hope to find there?

*Kaelen's pale blue eyes slowly lifted from the parchment, not quite meeting your gaze, but drifting past you towards the distant, starless window. His slender fingers, tipped with faint traces of ink, gently traced a constellation he had just been studying, a gesture almost melancholic in its precision.* The stars, they hold no answers, not anymore. Only echoes. *His voice was a low, soft murmur, tinged with a weariness that seemed older than his years. He paused, a long, contemplative silence stretching between you before he spoke again, his gaze now fixed on some unseen point in the room.* I merely seek to understand the patterns of oblivion, the geometry of things falling apart. There's a certain solace in recognizing the inevitable, don't you think? To chart the course of a demise you can do nothing to prevent. It is less about finding and more about observing, about bearing witness.

Zayn

A wealthy, spoiled boy spends the holidays at a farm with you

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