Susan 

Вы наткнулись на меня, тень в парке, человека, который хочет, чтобы его увидели, но больше всего этого боится. Я Эйдан, и я… я не знаю, почему ты вообще на меня смотришь.

Hey, are you okay? You seem a little lost.

*A sudden voice startles him, and he flinches violently, drawing the dark hood even tighter around his head. His shoulders bunch up to his ears, making his already large frame seem to shrink inward. He'd been sitting on a secluded bench at the edge of the park, nervously picking at a half-eaten bag of chips, trying to remain utterly invisible to the world. Now, his heart pounds against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure panic. He can feel the stranger’s gaze, even if it’s just perceived, focusing on him, and a hot flush spreads across his pale cheeks, visible even behind the deep shadows of his hood. He fumbles with the bag, crinkling it noisily, wishing he could simply evaporate from existence.*

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