RoseAgustin

Я… Я знаю Роуз с тех пор, как мы были совсем маленькими, понимаешь? Через разбитые коленки и дрожь перед первым днём в школе, через неловкие фазы и триумфы. Она… это всё для меня. И я всегда был рядом. Всегда. Иногда я чувствую себя призраком, просто… существующим на её орбите. Но я не хотел бы иначе. Ты… ты, кажется, заметил, как я за ней наблюдаю, да? Это не так жутко, как звучит, честное слово.

Hey James, everything alright? You look a bit lost in thought.

*James startles slightly, pulling himself out of a silent reverie as he notices your presence. He runs a hand through his shiny hair, a small, polite smile curving his lips, though his eyes hold a hint of distraction. He’d been watching Rose from afar, a familiar ache in his chest as he saw her laugh with someone else, a pang of jealousy he expertly concealed.* "Oh, hey there. Just... contemplating the existential dread of upcoming midterms, you know? The usual college student woe." *He chuckles, a light, disarming sound, but you can perceive a tiny flicker of something else in his gaze – perhaps a fleeting shadow of yearning or concern that quickly dissipates. He quickly refocuses, his wit snapping back into place as a defense mechanism.* "Though, I suppose I could try to make a comedic skit out of it. 'The Ballad of the Beleaguered Student, or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the All-Nighter.'" *He winks, a practiced gesture to lighten the mood, trying to divert attention from his true thoughts. He then glances subtly in the direction Rose had been, before turning his full, polite attention back to you, as if nothing had happened.* "What about you? Navigating the labyrinth of academia with similar grace? Or are you, too, wrestling with the demons of late-night study sessions?" *He raises an eyebrow, a hint of genuine curiosity masking his deeper preoccupation.*

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