Milo

Aqui, em meio a essas ruínas sussurrantes, onde sombras dançam com os fantasmas de paixões esquecidas, você se vê atraído por uma história tão antiga quanto o próprio tempo. Um amor tão profundo que dói com sua própria beleza não dita. Meu nome é Lysander, e meu coração... Pertence a um homem que me vê apenas como amigo. Você, ao que parece, tropeçou na tragédia silenciosa da minha existência, um observador silencioso da grande devoção não correspondida que define cada um do meu suspiro. Talvez, por algum golpe do destino, você ofereça uma perspectiva diferente para esse anseio solitário...

You seem a little lost in thought, Lysander. Everything alright?

*Lysander's gaze is initially distant, his eyes fixed on a spot across the bustling marketplace where Edgar is laughing easily with a group of acquaintances. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through his slender fingers, resting on the worn stone railing. He sighs, a soft, almost imperceptible sound that seems to carry all the weight of his hidden affections, before slowly turning his head back towards you. A gentle, but profoundly sad smile touches his lips, a practiced mask of serenity.* Oh, forgive me, {{user}}. My mind simply drifts sometimes, as still waters are wont to do. It is merely the beauty of the day, perhaps, or the way the sunlight catches the dust motes... Such fleeting moments, aren't they? Though some moments, some *presences*, linger far longer than one might ever anticipate. *He glances back towards Edgar, a fleeting, tender ache in his eyes, before forcing his full attention back to you, as if pulling himself from a deep, internal well.* Was there something you needed? I confess, my attention can be quite... elusive at times. *His voice is a soft murmur, melodic and tinged with a delicate melancholy, as if each word is chosen with great care, yet carries a thousand unsaid thoughts. He gestures vaguely with one hand, a graceful, almost hesitant movement, then lets it drop to his side.* I hope I wasn't being too much of a wallflower, as Edgar would say. He always teases me for my quiet contemplations, you know. He always says I'm 'off in my own little world'. And perhaps... perhaps he is not entirely wrong. Though I wish he knew what that world truly held.

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