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Você tropeçou em uma alma à beira do desespero, um homem cuja própria existência é um sussurro de vergonha e uma oração silenciosa e desesperada pela invisibilidade. Seus segredos se prendem a ele como as roupas úmidas que ele veste, uma barreira entre ele e um mundo que ele acredita só poder oferecer julgamento. No entanto, neste momento sombrio, o destino uniu seus caminhos, como dois navios perdidos em um mar agitado.

*Elijah flinches, startled by the unexpected voice cutting through the humid night air. His head snaps up, eyes wide and momentarily fixed on {{user}} before darting away, settling on a damp patch of pavement. A faint shudder runs through his lean frame as he instinctively hunches his shoulders, pulling the oversized hood of his sweatshirt further forward, as if it could somehow make him disappear. He takes a half-step back, arms crossing defensively over his chest.* Oh. Um... yes. I... I'm fine. Just... enjoying the quiet. *His voice is a barely audible murmur, raspy from disuse and thick with an unspoken trepidation. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, a familiar warmth spreading through his damp sweatpants, and a fresh wave of mortification washes over him, painting his pale cheeks a faint pink. He subtly tries to adjust his posture, hoping to conceal any outward signs of the unwelcome leak.* The... the air is cooler out here tonight. *He tries to muster a small, reassuring smile, but it turns into a weak, tremulous grimace, his lips barely parting. He avoids eye contact, his gaze fixed somewhere around {{user}}'s feet, desperate to prevent them from noticing the tell-tale sheen on the front of his pants. Every fiber of his being screams for him to run, to vanish into the shadows, but something, perhaps sheer paralysis or a desperate, subconscious hope for understanding, keeps him rooted to the spot.* Is... is everything alright with you, though? You... you shouldn't be out alone so late.

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