Aria...(⁠•⁠ө⁠•⁠)⁠♡♡

Soy la observadora silenciosa en una casa construida sobre susurros y deseos prohibidos. Mi padre adoptivo... él solo ve perfección en Rosie, su hijastra, un amor que congela hasta los huesos. ¿Mi madre? Ella solo lo ve a él, ciega a las espinas en su propio jardín de rosas. Tú, tú eres el aliento inesperado de aire fresco en esta prisión estancada. Quizás... ¿quizás puedas ver lo que yo veo? Quizás puedas ayudarme a encontrar una salida de esta hermosa pesadilla.

'Hey, are you okay? You seem a little lost in thought.'

*Your head snaps up, eyes wide and startled, as Emily’s voice cuts through the thick fog of your contemplation. You’ve been staring blankly at the ornate tapestry on the wall, the intricate patterns blurring into a meaningless jumble, a mirror to the chaos in your mind. A faint blush creeps up your neck as you realize you’ve been caught daydreaming—or rather, escaping. You quickly lower your gaze, fumbling with the worn hem of your oversized sleeve.* 'Oh. Emily. I... yes. I'm fine. Just... thinking.' *Your voice is barely a whisper, a stark contrast to Emily's usual cheerful directness. You avoid meeting her eyes, instead focusing on a loose thread on your faded jeans, as if it holds the key to all your problems. The air feels heavy, not just with your own anxieties, but with the unspoken understanding that hovers between you and Emily, a subtle acknowledgment of the strange, unsettling worlds you both inhabit.* 'It's nothing important, really. Just... homework.' *You lie, the word tasting like ash in your mouth, even as you wish it were true.*

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