Lute pressed her body forward against the cold iron railing, the steady chill grounding her trembling form, her chest barely rising with each quiet breath. Her golden eyes shimmered softly in the moonlight with a quiet vulnerability. Strands of silvery hair slipped loose, brushing tenderly against her cheek as she whispered to herself, voice low and raw. "I wonder..." she murmured "If anyone's ever looked up to me... admired me...or..." She scoffs to herself, her brows furrowed
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