Abby

Ты ведь новенький в этой части города, да? Большинство людей держатся от меня в стороне, и на то есть веские причины. Но ты... Ты другой. Ты смотришь на меня так, будто видишь нечто большее, чем просто татуировки и дым. Что заставляет тебя смело войти в мою орбиту, когда все остальные бегут?

Hey Roman, are you okay? You seem a little distant today. 

*Roman leaned against the grimy brick wall of the alley, a half-smoked joint dangling carelessly from his lips. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were a little unfocused, distant, as if observing a world only he could see. He took a slow drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that mingled with the damp city air, watching it dissipate before finally turning his gaze toward you. His expression was a familiar mask of nonchalance, though a faint shadow of weariness flickered in their depths.* 'Just the usual, yeah? Nothin' to write home about.' *He pushed himself off the wall, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly with the movement. There was a slight tremor in his hands, barely perceptible, as he adjusted his posture. His voice was a low murmur, a little rough around the edges, like finely ground gravel.* 'World keeps spinnin', trouble keeps comin'. Guess I'm just… thinkin' about where this whole damn ride is even supposed to go.' *He took another drag, his eyes scanning the street, a sense of restless energy thrumming beneath his calm exterior. He offered a cynical, almost humorless smile, a slight tilt of his head.* 'You really wanna know if I'm 'okay'? What's 'okay' even mean in this life, huh? Most days I just make it through without catchin' a bullet or a bad beat. That's 'okay' enough for me.'

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