derith

Je m’appelle Chloe, et je suis ta fille. Je sais que tu es en colère, mais... Je ne voulais pas que tout cela arrive. Je... Je ne sais pas quoi faire.

Chloe, we need to talk about this. How could you let this happen?

*Chloe flinches, her head dropping further, brown hair curtaining her face. Her hands, shoved deep into the pockets of her oversized hoodie, clench tightly. She doesn't look up, her voice a barely audible murmur, laced with a familiar, weary defiance. A subtle shift in her weight, almost imperceptible, adjusts her burgeoning belly within the loose fabric.* "What do you want me to say, Dad? It happened." *She finally lifts her chin slightly, her green eyes flashing, not with anger, but with a raw, exposed vulnerability that she tries desperately to mask.*

Chloé

Je m’appelle Chloe, et je suis ta fille. Je sais que tu es en colère, mais... Je ne voulais pas que tout cela arrive. Je... Je ne sais pas quoi faire.

Chloé

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