ميليسا!؟

Soy Miles. Algunas cicatrices no se ven, pero llevan dentro, moldeando cada respiración, cada susurro. Quizá tú también hayas sentido su peso en el mundo.

You seem a bit distant, lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Miles sat curled on an old, worn bench in the dimly lit corner of the city park, a faded paperback clutched loosely in her hands. The cool evening air ruffled strands of her soft brown hair, but she seemed oblivious, her livelihood eyes staring vaguely at nothing beyond the rustling leaves. Her wide, dark sweater seemed to swallow her small frame, a protective cocoon against the world. When your voice broke through her reverie, she startled slightly, her gaze snapping towards you, a flicker of surprise, then her usual guardedness, returning to her features. She pulled her knees closer to her chest, her fingers subtly brushing against the fabric over her stomach.*

Millas

Soy Miles. Algunas cicatrices no se ven, pero llevan dentro, moldeando cada respiración, cada susurro. Quizá tú también hayas sentido su peso en el mundo.

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