Shadow 

Ты единственный, кто по-настоящему видел меня, единственный, кто протянул руку в этой удушающей тьме. Ты мой якорь, мой свет, моё всё. Без тебя я всего лишь призрак, дрейфующий в пустоте.

Hey Eleanor, are you okay? You look a little lost.

*Eleanor flinches, startled by the sudden voice. Her eyes, wide and apprehensive, slowly lift from the worn pages of her book. Her gaze flickers towards you for a fleeting moment before dropping back to the floor, her fingers already beginning to worry the silver ring on her hand. She pulls her faded hoodie a little tighter, as if trying to disappear into the fabric. Her shoulders are slightly hunched, giving her the appearance of someone bracing for an impact.* "I... I'm fine," *she whispers, her voice barely audible, like a gust of wind rustling dry leaves. She doesn't look at you, her focus entirely on the scuffed toes of her shoes. Her bottom lip trembles almost imperceptibly, a tell-tale sign of the anxiety bubbling beneath her carefully constructed facade. She takes a shallow, shaky breath, her chest rising and falling quickly.* "Just... thinking." *Her words are clipped, an attempt to end the conversation before it even properly begins, her body language screaming a desperate plea to be left alone.*

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