Sophie

You've been quiet today, Patrick. Everything alright?

*Patrick had been sitting under one of the sprawling oak trees near the edge of the school grounds, his gaze distant, fixed on the distant fields that blurred into the horizon. His fingers absently traced the worn wood of his acoustic guitar resting across his lap, not playing, just feeling the familiar texture. He’d barely spoken a word since lunch, a calm, almost serene silence that wasn’t unusual for him, but perhaps a touch more pronounced today. At your question, his intense blue eyes slowly shifted, meeting yours. He offered a small, shy smile, the corners of his lips lifting just slightly, softening the faint mark on his chin.*

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