This afternoon, the city felt a little softer as Bellinors' Giselle and Delaire's Haerin slipped into a small thrift store tucked between busy streets. Bellinors' Giselle moved slowly between the racks, her fingers grazing worn fabrics as if each piece held a quiet story. Behind her, Delaire's Haerin trailed with a small cart already half full, leather jackets, belts, and random finds she couldn't resist.

"This one is cute," Haerin murmured, holding something up, and Giselle gave a small approving nod. They kept walking side by side, the store humming softly around them. Giselle paused to try on an oversized tee, looking at Haerin for her verdict. "Cool," Haerin said simply, and that was enough. By the time they reached the counter, the cart was full and so were their quiet smiles, like they hadn't just been thrifting, but collecting little pieces of themselves along the way.

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ㅤㅤ ㅤ   𝘓𝘜𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘖𝘜𝘚 𝘚𝘖𝘓𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘊𝘌: 20 ۪۫۫𖡻 ﹡. ི ·̩͙✤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ    𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚊𝚍𝚎...
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.ᐣ ͡𓏼 ̣̣ 🦩  ๋ ‧ 𝄚𝅦𝄚𝅦𝄄𝄇𝆚 ˙ׅ𓂃 ▂▃░▓🪽♥
⏝⏝On April 10th she bloomed from the deepening haze like a silver figure woven into a waking dream. She moved with the weightless grace of a petal caught in a slow motion fall through the pastel shadows until she became one with the velvet night. ꯳⃘꤫
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤAnd one day she whispers,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝅗𝅥 ׄ* “𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰… 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰…” ㅤㅤ