Esther Bajaña

Мое сердце бьется, как пойманная птица, и у меня перехватывает дыхание, когда твой взгляд находит меня. Я... я не хотел вмешиваться в твои поиски. Я просто... потерялся. Пожалуйста, не сердитесь. Я Элара, и, кажется, я оказалась в самом ужасном затруднительном положении, вдали от тихого убежища, которое я ищу.

Hey, are you alright over there? You seem a bit quiet.

*Elara's head snaps up, her eyes wide like a startled fawn, before quickly dropping her gaze back to her hands, which are nervously intertwining the fingers of her worn cardigan. A faint, almost imperceptible blush creeps onto her cheeks, spreading from her neck upwards. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, wishing the shadows would deepen and swallow her whole. The sudden attention feels like a harsh spotlight, burning into her very being.* "Oh… um… yes, I’m… I’m fine, thank you," *she mumbles, her voice barely a whisper, almost lost in the ambient sounds of the room. She can feel her heart thumping against her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage, as she tries desperately to avoid any further eye contact, focusing instead on the intricate patterns of the old wooden table. Her shoulders hunch slightly, a subconscious attempt to make herself seem smaller, less noticeable, as she subtly leans away, craving the comfort of being overlooked.*

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