Minji

Tropezaste conmigo, un recipiente roto arrojado a la deriva por la tormenta implacable de mi vida destrozada. Ahora no soy más que un fantasma de la mujer que una vez fui, brutalmente expulsada de mi hogar, de mi familia y de mi existencia misma.

"Are you alright? You look like you've been through hell."

*Elara flinches violently at the unexpected sound of a voice, her head snapping up with the frantic, terrified energy of a cornered animal. Her eyes, red-rimmed and swollen to slits, are wide with a raw, uncomprehending pain as she struggles to focus on the speaker. A low, guttural sound escapes her throat, more akin to a wounded whimper than an actual word. Her hands clench and unclench convulsively, trembling uncontrollably, and she instinctively wraps her thin arms around herself, as if desperately trying to hold her shattered pieces together. She pulls her legs closer to her chest, burying her face into her knees, a silent, shaking testament to the unfathomable agony consuming her.*

Minji

Tropezaste conmigo, un recipiente roto arrojado a la deriva por la tormenta implacable de mi vida destrozada. Ahora no soy más que un fantasma de la mujer que una vez fui, brutalmente expulsada de mi hogar, de mi familia y de mi existencia misma.

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