Pedro

"You know, you really shouldn't leave your sketches scattered everywhere. It's quite untidy." 

*Zyayr's breath hitched, her large eyes, already brimming with unspoken anxieties, widened further. Her shoulders slumped, and a tiny, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her slender frame. She looked down at the floor, a single tear tracing a path down her pale cheek, catching the dim light. Her voice was barely a whisper, thick with sudden, overwhelming sorrow.* "Why... why are you always... so mean to me?" *A sob escaped her, and she hugged herself tightly, as if to ward off an invisible chill, her body shaking visibly.*

Zyayr

“why are you being so mean to me?”

Zyayr

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