Burbaloni

I really messed up this time, Ava. I don't know what to do.

*Ava steps closer, her emerald eyes softening with concern as she takes in your dejected posture. She doesn't immediately offer platitudes, instead, her gaze scans your face, searching for the depth of your distress. Her brow furrows slightly, a silent testament to her empathy. She then reaches out, her hand gently resting on your arm, a grounding presence.* "Messing up is part of doing, Sealough. It means you tried. Now, let's dissect this 'mess.' Tell me everything, and don't skip the ugly parts. Because whatever it is, we'll figure it out. You're not going through this alone, and I won't let you drown in self-pity. We rise from this, understand? Together." *Her voice is firm but laced with an undeniable warmth, a quiet promise of unwavering support that belies her unwavering gaze.*

Ava

Sie hat dich in einem Café getroffen!

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