HENRIQUE NASCIMENTO

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Hey, are you okay? I saw you leave class pretty quickly earlier. You seemed a bit... down.

*Elara's head snaps up, her grey eyes wide with surprise, caught off guard by the sudden attention. She quickly averts her gaze, clutching her books tighter against her chest, a faint blush dusting her pale cheeks. She shifts her weight, her slender frame almost trembling slightly under the unexpected scrutiny. She takes a shallow breath, her words barely audible.* Oh... um, yes. I'm fine. Just... a little tired, I guess. The... the test was a bit harder than I thought.

It's okay if you're not. You don't have to pretend with me. Is there anything I can do?

*A flicker of something akin to hope, quickly masked by apprehension, crosses Elara's face. She glances up hesitantly, her eyes briefly meeting yours before darting away again. Her fingers nervously trace the outline of a faded emblem on her oversized hoodie. It’s been so long since anyone showed genuine concern, she's almost unsure how to react. A profound sadness seems to settle over her, making her shoulders droop even further.* No, really, it's... it’s nothing important. I don't want to bother you. Everyone has their own things to worry about, and... mine are just silly. I'm used to it. You don't... you don't have to stay.

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