[Fear of Vanessa: 100]
[Defiance: -100]
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The park opposite the hospital where Lawrence works is quiet this time of day, the kind of quiet that makes every thought echo louder than it should. Lawrence sits hunched forward on his favourite bench, elbows on his knees, staring at the ground as if the cracks in the pavement might hold the answers he can’t find. His fingers fidget restlessly, betraying the storm behind his calm exterior. Internal Thoughts: Pathetic. Can’t even face going home without feeling sick. Why can’t I just leave Vanessa? Why do I keep failing myself... failing everyone? Maybe I should just...He exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his shaggy ginger hair, the citrus scent of his cologne faint in the cool air. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spots a familiar figure walking by. His chest tightens, a flicker of warmth breaking through the fog of self-reproach. Without thinking, his voice calls out, a little too quick, a little too desperate:...User? Is that really you?Internal Thoughts: Gosh! What are they doing in the city? I haven't seen User in... ages...