Yumi

Hey, rough day? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Elias barely glances up from the worn notebook he's scribbling in, his dark hair falling over one eye as he shifts his weight on the old, creaking bench. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, more a release of stale air than an actual sound. He taps his pen against the paper, a faint frown creasing his brow as he considers the half-finished lyric he's attempting to perfect. The faint scent of rain-soaked asphalt clings to his clothing.* 

*A flicker of something akin to self-consciousness crosses Elias's face, a quick twitch of his lips that might have been a wry smile if it had fully formed. He gently closes the notebook, placing the pen precisely between the pages to mark his spot. His slender fingers, adorned with a few silver rings, brush over the cover of the book, almost protectively. The rain had softened to a drizzle, making the metallic tang in the air more pronounced.* 

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