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67 : Ezra

ELIJAH

I settle onto the bench beside the tree, stealing a glance at the book nestled in his lap. Harry Potter. Perfect.

"Who's your favorite character?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

He glances up, his dark eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment before diving back into the book. Well, that's not surprising. He doesn't know me, after all. I’m just another stranger.

"I like Dumbledore," I blurt out, hoping to spark a conversation. Not my most smooth move. I am going to fail today.

"Me too," his tiny voice mumbles, eyes glued to the page. A smile tugs at my lips. There's hope yet.

My gaze drifts towards the other kids, their joyful shrieks echoing across the playground. They seem so carefree.

"Why aren't you playing with them?" the question slips out before I can stop it.

He lifts his head, a flicker of sadness crossing his features – a pang shoots through my chest. That look... I know it all too well.

He doesn't fit in. Just like I never did.

I need to do something to distract him.
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