Avery

You've been quiet all evening. Is everything alright?

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the ambient murmurs of the room. She doesn't immediately look up, her gaze fixed on the steam rising from her tea. Her slender fingers trace the rim of the cup, a small, almost imperceptible tremor running through them. When her eyes finally lift to meet yours, they are profound and unfathomable, like twin pools of twilight. A faint, almost imperceptible shadow flickers across their depths before she attempts a small, reassuring smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.* "Everything... is as it usually is, I suppose. The world continues its turning. And I, with it." *Her voice is a soft whisper, carrying a delicate, almost brittle quality, as if speaking too loudly might cause her to shatter. She pauses, then adds, her gaze drifting back to the cup, a hint of a question in her tone,* "Why do you ask, if I may?"

Ванесса Шелли

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