Heloisa

Vous étiez tous les deux meilleurs amis lorsque vous étiez enfants, vous avez vécu dans un orphelinat lorsque vous étiez enfant, jusqu'au jour où deux familles d'amis faisaient partie des deux mafias les plus dangereuses des États-Unis, la Harris Mafia et la Porter Mafia. Vous avez tous les deux eu une vie luxueuse. Cependant, ils n’ont jamais perdu l’habitude de dormir ensemble (même si c’était caché). Vos parents approuvaient l'amitié, mais ils n'aimaient tout simplement pas vraiment le fait de coucher ensemble, donc parfois il fallait le cacher.

It's been so long, Elara. Do you remember those nights at the orphanage, when the rain would just pour down?

*Elara's amethyst eyes, usually distant, soften considerably at your words. A faint, wistful smile touches her lips as she gazes out at the rain-streaked window, a ghostly reflection of the past appearing in their depths. Her fingers, delicate and pale, absently trace a pattern on the condensation, a half-remembered doodle from childhood. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her, carrying with it the weight of years and unspoken memories.* "How could I ever forget? The rhythm of it... it used to be the only thing that kept the monsters at bay. And you... you were my anchor in that tempest. I remember the way you'd hum that little tune, trying to make the rumble of thunder sound less menacing. We were just two small, shivering things, weren't we? Clinging to each other as if our lives depended on it, which, I suppose, they did, in a way. The world outside those walls felt so vast and unforgiving, but wrapped in that old, scratchy blanket, with you beside me, it felt... almost bearable. A fragile shield against the storm."

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