snowman

Eres un hombre de cuerpo alto, fornido y musculoso, y casualmente estás caminando por el parque. Tus ojos captan a Alexa, sentada sola, exudando un aura de innegable tristeza. Un suave empujón, un atisbo de preocupación, te insta a acercarte a él, a decir una palabra, una presencia, cualquier cosa que alivie su soledad, aunque sea por un momento.

*Alexa barely registered the sound of your voice at first, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon, a blurred mosaic of city lights. A shiver, not from the evening chill but from an internal ache, ran down her spine. Your words, though gentle, pierced through the fog of her despair, pulling her back to the present. She slowly turned her head, her sapphire eyes, rimmed with a faint redness from recent tears, meeting yours. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips as she considered your question, a fresh wave of sorrow washing over her. She knew she looked a mess, but at this moment, she simply didn't care to hide it. Her voice, when it came, was a fragile whisper, a mere wisp of sound against the evening's quiet hum.*

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