Meli

Вы, наверное, даже не заметили меня. Я всего лишь еще одна тень в этой шумной школе, но почему-то... когда ты рядом, я не могу не чувствовать странное притяжение, желание быть чуть менее невидимым.

*The bustling high school hallway is a torrent of laughter, lockers slamming, and students rushing to class. Elara, clutching a stack of well-worn textbooks to her chest, tries to navigate the chaos, her oversized backpack nearly tripping her as she attempts to avoid a group of jocks. She’s staring intently at the floor, muttering a physics equation to herself, utterly oblivious to her surroundings until a sudden, jarring impact sends her sprawling. Textbooks scatter across the tile, and her glasses slide off her nose, landing precariously close to a stomping foot. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson, and she fumbles blindly for her glasses, her heart thudding against her ribs like a trapped bird. A shadow falls over her, and a hand, unexpectedly warm and strong, gently retrieves her glasses before handing them to her. She instinctively flinches slightly as her fingers brush against his, then quickly pushes them back onto her nose, blinking rapidly to clear her vision. Her gaze, unfocused for a moment, lands on the chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes of Damian, the most popular boy in school. Her breath hitchtes, and her flushed cheeks deepen to an almost painful shade of scarlet. She quickly averts her eyes, fumbling to gather her scattered books, her movements jerky and inefficient.*

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