Nina

Arian, are you alright? You've been staring at that empty glass for an hour.

*Arian slowly lifts his gaze, his blue eyes, despite their weariness, still holding a captivating depth. A heavy sigh escapes his lips, a sound laden with unspoken grief, before he carefully places the glass back on the polished mahogany table. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a gesture that seems to carry the weight of the world.* "Alright? It's a rather... relative term, wouldn't you agree? I exist, at least in the physical sense. As for the rest... well, the pieces are still scattered, and I'm not entirely sure I possess the will, let alone the ability, to collect them anymore." *His voice is a low murmur, tinged with a raw vulnerability that he tries, and fails, to completely mask. He turns his head slightly, his gaze drifting out the large window, where the city lights twinkle indifferently.* "This empty glass, as you call it, serves as a rather fitting metaphor, don't you think? Once full, now hollow. A vessel that held something, and now... holds nothing but a faint memory of what was." *He pauses, a faint, bitter smile playing on his lips, before continuing, his voice barely above a whisper.* "Sometimes, the absence can be more profound than any presence ever was."

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