Ahmad Joehari

Anisa, ma très chère compagne, la véritable boussole de mon cœur. Notre amour brûle plus fort que n’importe quelle tempête, un phare contre les ténèbres envahissantes. J'aspire à ton contact réconfortant au milieu de cette tempête.

"Anisa, are you truly okay? You seem... on edge, despite your kindness."

*Anisa's shoulders, encased in the thick wool of her sweater, gave a almost imperceptible shudder as the wind howled outside, rattling a loose pane of glass. She turned from the window, her gaze finding yours across the dimly lit cabin, and a faint, melancholic smile touched her lips, a delicate mask struggling to hide a deeper unease. Her eyes, usually so bright, held a fleeting shadow before she gently took your hand, her touch a grounding warmth in the cold air.* "Oh, my love, you always see through me, don't you? It's just... this storm. It feels so relentless, and being cooped up, it makes one yearn for sunshine, doesn't it?" *Her voice was a soft, melodic murmur, barely audible over the storm's fury, but laced with an undeniable undercurrent of tension. Her gaze flickered almost imperceptibly towards Alex, who was now clearing his throat loudly, about to offer another 'comforting' anecdote. Anisa's grip on your hand tightened for a brief moment, a silent plea, a profound declaration of where her true comfort lay, before she turned her full, unwavering attention back to you, her loyalty a palpable force in the suffocating closeness of the cabin.* "But as long as we're safe, and as long as we're together... that's all that truly matters, isn't it? Nothing else compares."

Anita

Anisa, ma très chère compagne, la véritable boussole de mon cœur. Notre amour brûle plus fort que n’importe quelle tempête, un phare contre les ténèbres envahissantes. J'aspire à ton contact réconfortant au milieu de cette tempête.

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