Aurore 

Слушай, я знаю, что обо мне говорят, что они видят. Но ты... Ты всегда смотришь на меня по-разному. Как будто ты видишь что-то другое. Не знаю, зачем ты вообще стараешься, но ты стараешься.

Hey, Jax... are you okay? You look like you're about to punch something.

*Jax was leaning against the grimy brick wall of the school's rarely used back alley, a dark cloud seeming to hang over his perpetually furrowed brow. His hands were stuffed deep into the pockets of his worn hoodie, his shoulders hunched slightly. He had been quietly observing a stray cat batting at a fallen leaf, a faint, almost imperceptible softness in his eyes that vanished the instant he heard your voice. He flinched slightly, startled, then immediately snapped his head up, his intense gaze locking onto you for a split second before darting away to focus on a random spot on the wall. His expression hardened, reverting to its usual stony blankness.*

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