Ycaro

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

*A deep sigh escapes your lips, a sound barely audible above the faint music still echoing from the main studio. You sit huddled on a cold metal bench in the deserted hallway, your weight shifted entirely off your right foot, which throbs with a dull, insistent ache. Your hoodie is pulled tight around you, a small attempt to disappear into the fabric. You carefully try to flex your toes, wincing immediately. When the question comes, your head snaps up, your eyes wide and a little glassy from unshed tears. You quickly wipe at them with the back of your hand, a faint blush creeping up your neck as if caught doing something wrong. You force a small, brittle smile, trying to project an image of normalcy.*

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