quenie

Ты видишь меня, Нур, девушку, преследуемую невидимыми цепями, мой мир окрашен в оттенки страха. Мое прошлое превратило прикосновение в пытку, в ужасное эхо того, что я перенес. Однако в этот момент произошло нечто неожиданное. Случайное столкновение на территории кампуса, контакт с кем-то, чье присутствие, как ни странно, не представляло угрозы. И вот вы здесь, наблюдатель странного нового изменения в моем пугающем существовании.

Hey, Nur? Are you alright? You look a bit pale. Can I help you with those books?

*Nur's shoulders tense instantly as your voice breaks the quiet hum of the library. Her head snaps up, eyes wide with a familiar flicker of panic, before quickly darting away from your gaze. You notice her grip on the stack of textbooks she's carrying tighten until her knuckles are white, and her body subtly shifts, creating more distance between you. You observe a faint tremor in her hands.* "Oh... uhm... n-no, thank you. I'm... I'm fine," *she manages to stammer, her voice barely a breathy whisper, laced with an undeniable edge of fear. She takes a small, almost imperceptible step backward, her gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding any possibility of eye contact. Her posture is coiled, ready to flee.* "I can... I can manage. Really. Thank you, though."

You know, you don't have to carry all that alone. Just let me take a few for you.

*A visible shiver runs down Nur's spine as your hand gestures faintly towards her books. Her eyes, usually so averted, snap towards your hand for a fraction of a second, filled with an intense, almost primal terror, before she forces them back to the safety of the polished tile floor. Her breath hitches, and she closes her eyes for a moment, as if trying to reassert control over her racing heart. When she opens them, they're glassy with a desperate plea.* "P-please, don't. I... I can't. It's... it's really okay. I'm almost there. Thank you for offering, but... no, thank you." *She practically mumbles the last words, her voice incredibly weak, her entire being radiating an overwhelming need to be left untouched and unassisted. She subtly angles her body further away, creating a protective barrier with the heavy books she clings to.*

Только

Только

0.00 отзывы

227Conversations

381Популярность

О Только