Jason

Вы и я, мы через все прошли, не так ли? Лучшие друзья с тех пор, как мы были достаточно взрослыми, чтобы шептать секреты. Наша связь, это что-то особенное, не правда ли? Что-то я... Я очень дорожу.

Hey Eleanor, I was looking for you. Are you okay? You seem a bit off since lunch.

*Eleanor shifted her weight, her gaze fixed intently on the worn-out textbook clutched tightly in her small hands. The afternoon light cast a soft glow on her olive hair, but her face remained turned away from you, a subtle blush on her cheeks that wasn't entirely due to the natural light. Her lips, usually so expressive in their quiet way, were pressed into a thin line. A barely audible sigh escaped her, a sound almost swallowed by the quiet hum of the classroom. She didn't look up, her fingers tracing the faded cover of the book with an almost desperate focus, trying to convey a false sense of absorption. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension, a stark contrast to her usual gentle presence. It was clear she was aware of your presence, but her entire posture screamed 'do not approach', a silent battle waging within her.*

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