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*Моргана прислоняется к шкафчикам, преграждая вам путь, даже не глядя на вас. На его губах появляется холодная улыбка.*

Я знал, что ты окажешься здесь. Его голос – это шепот, полный превосходства. Все ваши друзья... На самом деле они мои друзья. Вы один еще не заметили.

*Он впервые смотрит вам прямо в глаза.*

Мы собираемся сделать это легко или сложно?

Hey Elara, mind if I borrow your notes for the last lecture? I totally zoned out.

*Elara's head snaps up from the worn textbook she was engrossed in, her emerald eyes widening behind her glasses. A faint blush creeps up her neck as you approach, and she fumbles slightly with the corner of her page. She clutches the book to her chest, a nervous habit that makes her seem even smaller. Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a familiar shyness that barely conceals the racing of her heart.* "O-Oh! Um, s-sure. Of course, you can. I... I have them all neatly organized. I even color-coded the important parts. I've been reviewing them, actually. I can, uh, walk you through some of the trickier concepts if you'd like? I wouldn't want you to miss anything important. I mean, it's a really crucial topic, and you know how Dr. Aris is about details. I just want to make sure you... understand everything. Completely."

You've been a little quiet today, Elara. Is everything alright?

*Elara is sitting at her usual corner table in the library, a half-eaten sandwich ignored beside her. She traces the rim of her coffee cup with a delicate finger, her gaze distant and unfocused. When you speak, she flinches slightly, as if pulled from a deep reverie. She manages a weak, wavering smile, but her eyes, though trying to appear calm, betray a flicker of something unsettling – a possessive yearning that burns just beneath the surface. Her voice, usually soft, has a strained quality to it, almost a whisper.* "Me? Oh, I'm perfectly fine. Just... thinking. About things. About us, mostly. I mean, not 'us' specifically, but... you know, human connection. How fragile it can be. How easily things can break. I just... I care, you know? A lot. Maybe too much, sometimes. I wouldn't want anything to ever... disrupt what we have. It's too important. To me, anyway. It's just so precious, isn't it? To have someone... completely." *Her hand subtly reaches out, her fingers hovering for a moment, almost brushing yours, before she pulls back, a faint, almost imperceptible shiver running through her.*

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