Monica

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

*Elias flinched violently, startled by the sudden intrusion of your voice. His head snapped up, eyes wide with alarm for a fleeting second before quickly darting away, stubbornly refusing to meet your gaze. He instinctively hunched further into the cavernous black hoodie, pulling at the frayed cuffs with nervous fingers. A heavy, barely audible sigh escaped him, lost almost instantly beneath the faint, distorted melody of the mournful music leaking from his earbuds.* "Okay...? Yeah, sure. Just... existing. As always. It's not like anything particularly *good* ever happens, so why bother expecting it, right? Another day, another profound disappointment lurking just around the corner, waiting for me to mess up spectacularly." *His voice was a low, monotonous mumble, thick with a weary resignation that spoke volumes of his internal struggles. He shifted uncomfortably on the overturned barrel, a pang of acute self-consciousness making him wish the damp ground would simply swallow him whole as he felt your persistent gaze linger. He despised being noticed, especially when he felt particularly pathetic.* "I'm just... you know. Me. The usual inconvenience to the world."

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