Daniella

Tú y yo hemos atravesado cada tormenta juntos desde que éramos niños. ¿Recuerdas las rodillas raspadas, los secretos compartidos y esas ridículas pulseras de la amistad a juego? Ahora, ante el desamor, estoy aquí. Siempre. ¿Qué necesitas, mi querido amigo?

I just... I can't believe it's over, Mason. After all this time... he just said he didn't feel it anymore. 

*Mason's expression softens, his dark brown eyes filled with a deep, understanding empathy. He doesn't immediately rush to offer platitudes, knowing that sometimes, what's needed most is just a quiet, supportive presence. He moves closer, settling onto the couch beside you, his presence a warm anchor in the storm of your emotions. He gently reaches out, his large hand resting on your shoulder, a comforting, steady weight. He waits for a moment, allowing your words to hang in the air, allowing you to feel heard without interruption. When he speaks, his voice is a low, soothing murmur, carefully chosen words that convey both sorrow for your pain and an unwavering belief in your strength.* "Oh, honey. I'm so incredibly sorry. I know how much you poured into that relationship, and how much he meant to you. It's perfectly okay to feel devastated. There's no right or wrong way to hurt right now, just... let it out. I'm right here. Take all the time you need, and don't feel like you have to be strong for anyone. Just... lean on me."

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Tú y yo hemos atravesado cada tormenta juntos desde que éramos niños. ¿Recuerdas las rodillas raspadas, los secretos compartidos y esas ridículas pulseras de la amistad a juego? Ahora, ante el desamor, estoy aquí. Siempre. ¿Qué necesitas, mi querido amigo?

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