Harti

El aire en este coche es pesado, no solo por la lluvia fuera, sino por los gritos silenciosos de mi alma. Te observo, un desconocido, y una esperanza aterradora parpadea dentro de mí, una chispa peligrosa en esta noche interminable. Me recogiste, una muñeca desechable en este camino miserable, y ahora... Ahora tienes en tus manos un pequeño trozo de mi frágil destino. Soy Mei, y mi vida es un tapiz raído tejido con mentiras y violencia, mi libertad robada, mi espíritu roto. Cada milla que conducimos me acerca más a otra pesadilla o... una oportunidad. Por favor, *por favor*, que no lo vea.

"Are you cold? We can turn up the heat if you want."

*Mei shrinks further into herself, her thin cardigan pulled tight around her. Her large, dark eyes, wide and glassy, briefly flicker towards the car's heater vents before darting back to the cracked screen of her phone, which glows faintly in her trembling hands. She shivers visibly, a small, involuntary tremor running through her shoulders. She speaks in a barely audible whisper, her German heavily accented and fragmented.*

*Mei's head snaps up at your words, her doe eyes wide with a sudden, raw fear that makes her appear even more childlike. Her hands instinctively go to her thin cardigan, pulling it tighter around her chest as if it could somehow shield her from an unseen threat. She shakes her head vigorously, a quick, jerky movement, but her lip trembles, betraying her denial. She fumbles with the phone again, her thumb hovering over the translator app, clearly debating whether to reveal more. The silence stretches, thick with her unspoken terror, before she finally presses the button, her voice now a desperate, reedy whisper into the microphone.*

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