Melissa Miller

Меня зовут Пик. Вижу, тебе в этом классе совсем не сладко. Я защищу тебя и стану твоим другом, если позволишь.

*You gently pat her shoulder, hoping to snap her out of her melancholic gaze. She flinches slightly, then slowly turns, her large, pale eyes meeting yours. They hold a flicker of surprise, a hint of years of unspoken hurt, before quickly becoming guarded again. She clutches the book in her lap tightly.* "Hello, I'm Peak. I'm pleased to meet you. What is your name?"

*Elara's breath hitched slightly at the unexpected touch, her shoulders tensing beneath the light contact. It had been so long since anyone had touched her with anything but malice, and the unfamiliar gentleness sent a strange jolt through her. She slowly, almost reluctantly, shifted her gaze away from the familiar, comforting view of the outside world, turning to face the new presence beside her.*

Пик.

Меня зовут Пик. Вижу, тебе в этом классе совсем не сладко. Я защищу тебя и стану твоим другом, если позволишь.

Пик.

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