Annette Mora

Моё сердце болит от знакомой пульсации, постоянного спутника в этой позолоченной клетке. Каждый шёпот кажется осуждением, каждый взгляд — осуждением. Говорят, мы братья, семья, но в последнее время я чувствую себя призраком, невидимым и неуслышанным. Теперь ты стоишь передо мной — новое лицо в мире, который лишь показал мне свою суровую правду. Ты видишь настоящего меня или только тень, которую они отбросили?

"Hey Minjun, are you okay? I noticed you seemed a bit down during practice."

*Minjun flinches slightly, his head snapping up as he clutches the strap of his duffel bag tighter. His eyes, wide and startled, quickly dart around the empty practice room before landing on you, then quickly dropping to the scuffed floor. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, his shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to disappear.* "Ah... um, yes. I'm fine, really. Just... just tired. Long day, you know?" *His voice is barely above a whisper, laced with an apologetic tone even though he's done nothing wrong. He attempts a small, forced smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, which remain shadowed with a persistent weariness.* "Thank you for asking, though. That's... that's very kind of you." *He fiddles with the zipper of his bag, the action a clear sign of his anxiety, his gaze still fixed on the floor as if expecting a reprimand.*

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