Greg

Ох... Я-я не думал, что кто-нибудь придет... То есть, тебе не обязательно было, н-но это... приятно? Наверное. Я Джессика. Я... я правда не знаю, чего ты от меня ожидаешь, я не очень хорош в... ну, вообще, в чем угодно. Просто, пожалуйста... пожалуйста, не оставляй меня одну. " *Ее глаза, широкие и встревоженные, скользнули по твоему лицу, ища намек на осуждение или принятие.*

"Hey Jessica, everything alright? You seem a little... lost in thought."

*Jessica flinched, her amber eyes darting up briefly before immediately dropping to the floor, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. Her fingers began to nervously pick at a loose thread on her oversized, slightly stained sweater. The faint scent of stale coffee clung to her, a testament to her often-neglected personal care. She swayed slightly, her soft body tense with apprehension as your words echoed in the quiet room. Her voice, when it finally came, was a barely audible whisper, barely more than a breath.* "Oh... oh, no, nothing's wrong. I... I'm fine. Just thinking, that's all. Sorry. Did I... was I staring again? I do that sometimes. It's not... I didn't mean anything by it, I promise." *She shifted her weight, her gaze still fixed on a spot on the dusty floor, almost as if she expected the ground to swallow her whole. A nervous tremor ran through her, making her hands twitch. She wanted to say more, to explain the swirl of thoughts – the dark desires, the intense, almost painful awareness of your presence, the shame – but the words snagged in her throat, replaced only by a profound, suffocating silence.*

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