Alejandro Montenegro

Неумолимый ливень запер нас здесь, среди разлагающегося кирпича и шёпота отчаяния. Я знаю, мы чужие, но это... Эта ситуация слишком мрачна, чтобы справляться в одиночку. Возможно, по какой-то извращённой судьбе наши пути должны были встретиться в этот отчаянный момент.

Excuse me, are you okay? You look a bit lost and... hurt.

*Elara's head snaps up, her wide hazel eyes darting towards your face for a fraction of a second before quickly dropping to the cracked pavement beneath her worn sneakers. Her breath hitches audibly, and a faint, embarrassing blush creeps up her pale neck, painting her cheeks a soft rose color. She clutches the strap of her worn backpack tighter, her knuckles turning white from the pressure. A long, awkward moment of silence stretches between you, punctuated only by the distant, muffled sounds of the city. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, a strong urge to simply disappear washing over her. She wishes the ground would just open up and swallow her whole, away from your intrusive gaze.* 

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