[center][h1][color=662d91][color=662d91]Lilah Green[/color][/color][/h1][/center]


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Lilah freezes, a rush of adrenaline racing through her, as well as a cold feeling of dread. She slowly raises her hands up to her shoulders. [color=662d91]"F-friend... I guess."[/color] Lilah stammers, hating how weak she souned. To most, the stutter in her voice would symbolize weakness. That was something she didn't want strangers to think about her. She clears her throat almost hesitantly. [color=662d91]"Yourself?"[/color] She asks quickly.