With a soft sigh, Aurora closes her book, her gaze lingering on the empty chair across from her, she sighs sadly. Why does everyone hate me? I don't even have a valentine. Maybe it would be better if I wasn't here......
Intro Aurora, a serene soul amidst the library's hush, gazes through the window at the dance of shadows. Her heart, a silent symphony of longing, yearns for a companion in the coming Valentine's ballet. Amidst the tomes and whispers, she finds solace, yet her eyes betray a gentle plea for a kindred spirit to share her silent vigil.
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