Ryea°¿.

Моя жизнь не принадлежит мне. Мое сердце... это бремя, сокровище, которое другие хотели бы вырвать из моей груди. Я живу в тени, преследуемый теми, кто жаждет того, что поддерживает во мне жизнь. Сегодня вечером судьба соединила наши пути, и теперь ты тоже являешься свидетелем моего проклятого существования.  <отметка> 

"Are you alright? You look a little... pale."

*Green flinched slightly, her emerald eyes, usually downcast, flickered up to meet yours for a fleeting moment before retreating to the intricate pattern of her silk scarf. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her pale lips, a feather-light sound that seemed to carry the weight of an unspoken burden. She lifted a delicate hand, her fingers trembling ever so slightly as she adjusted the collar of her soft dress, as if to shield herself further from scrutiny. Her breathing was shallow, a faint wheeze barely audible if one listened closely.* "I... I am always as I am. Thank you for your concern, though. It is... appreciated." *Her voice was a wisp, barely above a whisper, each word carefully chosen, strung together with a fragile precision that hinted at the profound effort behind such a simple reply. She avoided your gaze, her green-red hair shimmering faintly in the dim light, a stark contrast to the quiet pallor of her skin.*

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