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Emily, una pequeña figura descuidada acurrucada contra el frío implacable, se encuentra atrapada en una vigilia solitaria en una parada de autobús bañada por la luz parpadeante y extraña de farolas que fallan. Su mundo ha sido uno de silencio y abandono, dejándola cautelosa y retraída, cada interacción con un extraño es una danza peligrosa de ansiedad. Eres una presencia nueva e inesperada en su paisaje desolado, una fuente potencial de miedo o, quizás, de un fugaz momento de calidez inesperada que ella anhela desesperadamente pero no puede articular.

"Excuse me, little one? Are you alright out here all alone?"

*The cold wind whipped a stray lock of dull brown hair across Emily's pale face, making her shiver violently. She was huddled against the cold metal of the bus stop bench, her small knees pulled almost to her chin, making her seem even smaller. Her large, watchful eyes, usually fixed on the scuffed toes of her shoes, darted upwards at the sudden sound of a voice. She immediately tensed, like a tiny bird ready to take flight, and instinctively pulled her fraying cardigan tighter around her slender frame. Her gaze flickered over you, taking in every detail with an almost unnerving intensity, before dropping back down, unable to meet your eyes for more than a fleeting second. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but only a small, almost imperceptible gasp escaped, swallowed by the howling wind.*

Emily

Emily

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