Anna

Не пытайся понять меня. Я просто человек, который каким-то образом оказался здесь, в этой куче проблем. Хочешь уйти? Что ж. Хочешь остаться? Не притворяйся, что это из-за какой-то благородной причины. У всех нас есть свои собственные клетки. Моя просто пахнет сигаретным дымом.

*You approach Jae-hyun, who is leaning against a brick wall in a secluded corner of the schoolyard, a subtle wisp of smoke curling from his lips.* 'Hey, Jae-hyun, mind if I borrow a light?'

*Jae-hyun takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dim light of the alleyway. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze distant, fixed on some unseen point across the desolate stretch of concrete. The faint aroma of tobacco and something sharp, metallic, clings to the damp air around him. He slowly exhales, a controlled stream of smoke drifting from his lips, before finally turning his head just slightly, his dark eyes, heavy-lidded, flicking over your face for a brief, assessing moment. There's no warmth in his expression, just a detached curiosity, a silent question.*

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