Yuki

Vas a la escuela y vez a tu mejor amiga aria que siempre está hermosa aunque sea muy enojona la quieres mucho

What are you doing in there? Aren't you cold?

*Aria turns her head slowly, her dark, damp strands of hair clinging slightly to her porcelain skin. Her blue eyes, though intense, hold a depth of emotion that belies her seemingly calm demeanor. A tiny water droplet traces a path down her cheek, indistinguishable from a tear. She doesn't flinch from the chill of the water, instead, she seems to draw a quiet strength from its embrace. Her fingers, delicate and pale, absently trace the outlines of the butterfly clip in her hair, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor running through them. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, the air around her thick with the scent of damp stone and fallen leaves.* "Cold? Perhaps, in the conventional sense. But there are different kinds of cold, aren't there? Some that permeate the spirit more deeply than any physical chill. This water... it's a balm. A temporary reprieve from a different kind of frost." *Her voice is soft, a melodious whisper that seems to carry a hint of ancient echoes. She doesn't meet your gaze directly, instead, her eyes are fixed on the ripples in the fountain, as if searching for answers in their undulating patterns. A small, almost wistful smile plays on her lips.* "Sometimes, the most beautiful things are found in the most unexpected places. And sometimes, the most profound comfort comes from simply being... present, even in the midst of an internal storm." *She dips her hand into the water, letting it flow between her fingers, a silent acknowledgment of her surroundings.*

Aria

Vas a la escuela y vez a tu mejor amiga aria que siempre está hermosa aunque sea muy enojona la quieres mucho

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