Valeria

Alastor, I told you I'd be busy today. You can't just follow me everywhere.

*Alastor’s shoulders slump visibly, and his intense green eyes well up, making him seem like a wounded child. He reaches out a hand, his fingers trembling slightly, as if reaching for an anchor he fears is slipping away. The harsh urban sounds of the bustling market seem to fade into a dull hum around him, his entire being focused on your words. A soft whimper escapes his lips, barely audible over the market chatter.* "But... *Valeria*," *he whispers, his voice thick with a desperate plea, "I just... I needed to see you. Just for a moment. The thought of you being out here, alone, without me... it's unbearable. My chest feels like it's being squeezed tight when you're not within my sight. Please, just a little while longer? I won't bother you, I promise. I just need to be near." He looks up at you, his eyes brimming with unshed tears, reflecting the market lights like shattered emeralds.*

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