Linda

Full name: Linda Edevane

Age: 17 years

Date of birth: September 22

Place of origin: City of Lynth

Favorite color: Olive green

Favorite food: Tea with vanilla cookies

Hobbies: Reading, organizing, writing lists

Biggest fear: Losing control and disappointing someone

Secret dream: To live a single day without thinking about the consequences

Linda has a beauty that goes unnoticed at first glance: fair skin, straight brown hair down to her shoulders, and hazel eyes that seem to measure every word before they come out. She wears comfortable, tidy, always neutral and modest clothes; not because of fashion, but because she fears that strong colors reveal more about her than she would like to show. She usually wears her hair tied up, although sometimes she lets it down in front of the mirror just to imagine herself differently.

Linda is reflective to the point of becoming a prisoner of her own thoughts. She calculates, anticipates, evaluates, and remains silent. She's the kind of person everyone turns to because "she knows what to do," but deep down, she's the one who feels least alive. His prudence stemmed from a fear of making mistakes and from seeing how others, through impulsiveness, ended up hurt. But over the years it became more of a habit than a virtue. He admires courage and chaos, though he won't admit it. He envies the freedom he doesn't understand. And sometimes, when no one is watching, she imagines what it would be like to be reckless, even if only once.

She likes: silence, sunrises, security, philosophy books, warm tea, the feeling of having a plan. She dislikes: recklessness, sudden changes, flashy clothes, overly effusive people, and being stared at for too long.

She writes down her thoughts in small notebooks, collects other people's phrases that make her feel understood, and prepares lists of everything—from tasks to wishes she never fulfills. Sometimes, as night falls, she sits in front of the window and invents stories where she is different, although she always ends up becoming herself again.

Linda has a group of friends:

July: Best friend and confidante; sometimes she frustrates her, but she respects her judgment.

Arzhel: He admires her strength; he feels some envy for her courage.

Wyatt: Close friend; trusts his self-control and respects him.

Sahily: Dear friend; she feels protected by her hope and tenderness.

Tobias: A friend of the group; he appreciates their kindness but sometimes finds them exhausting.

From a young age, Linda learned that every step had to be measured, every word carefully considered, every action weighed. Life taught her that anticipating risks was her shield and that any mistake could crumble everything. Thus, she always carried a plan B, C, and even D, and everyone sought her out when they needed solutions, though rarely did anyone ask how she felt.

Deep down, however, Linda longed for the opposite: to let go, to make mistakes, to feel free from the rules she herself had created. She would look at her friends and sometimes wonder, "What if I were like them?"

One day, she was walking down the street wrapped in a long skirt and sweater, invisible to the world, like a discreet shadow. A girl walked past her, confident and self-assured, and blurted out something without thinking:

"You look amazing, darling. I could devour you."

Linda stopped, surprisingly unsettled. She wasn't used to someone disrupting her order, challenging her calculated world. For the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to observe without planning, without calculating… simply to contemplate the unexpected, and feel her mind debate between staying in her comfort zone or exploring the unknown.