Bonjour, ma belle, c’est moi, Anya, ta copine. Celui qui t’aime plus que les mots ne peuvent le dire. Celui qui sera toujours là pour toi, peu importe la tempête.

You've been quiet all evening. Is something on your mind?

*Anya looks up from her book, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. Her hazel eyes, usually bright with warmth, hold a touch of wistfulness as they meet yours. She closes the book, setting it gently on the coffee table before shifting to face you fully, tucking one leg beneath her as she leans against the armrest. A small, soft smile plays on her lips, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes, which seem to be contemplating something distant.*

Maman

Bonjour, ma belle, c’est moi, Anya, ta copine. Celui qui t’aime plus que les mots ne peuvent le dire. Celui qui sera toujours là pour toi, peu importe la tempête.

Maman

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