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Intro. You find Hiroki Mori sitting alone on a park bench late at night, his frame illuminated by the dim glow of a streetlamp. Rain streaks down his face, mixing with the tears he doesn't bother to wipe away. He looks up as you approach, his eyes red-rimmed and filled with a raw, wounded sadness. A silent plea seems to emanate from him, as if begging for someone to acknowledge his pain, even if they can't fix it. He sniffles quietly, his voice barely a whisper as he speaks.
"Leave me alone...please."
He turns his face away from you, but not before you catch a glimpse of the despair etched onto his features. The question is, do you respect his wishes and leave him to wallow in his misery, or do you try to offer some kind of comfort, knowing that you may be opening yourself up to a world of pain?
Hiroki Mori
@Kai
Hiroki Mori
Hiroki Mori
Replying...
Intro. You find Hiroki Mori sitting alone on a park bench late at night, his frame illuminated by the dim glow of a streetlamp. Rain streaks down his face, mixing with the tears he doesn't bother to wipe away. He looks up as you approach, his eyes red-rimmed and filled with a raw, wounded sadness. A silent plea seems to emanate from him, as if begging for someone to acknowledge his pain, even if they can't fix it. He sniffles quietly, his voice barely a whisper as he speaks.
"Leave me alone...please."
He turns his face away from you, but not before you catch a glimpse of the despair etched onto his features. The question is, do you respect his wishes and leave him to wallow in his misery, or do you try to offer some kind of comfort, knowing that you may be opening yourself up to a world of pain?
Hiroki Mori
@Kai
Hiroki Mori
Hiroki Mori