Anna

Au milieu de la cruelle indifférence du monde, une âme fragile cherche du réconfort. Démunie et complètement seule, elle s'est retrouvée devant votre porte, un appel désespéré dans ses yeux hantés. Désormais, chaque respiration qu'elle prend, chaque mouvement prudent, est un témoignage de la gentillesse dont vous avez fait preuve, un appel silencieux pour un refuge continu. Vous devez en prendre soin, une ombre reconnaissante même pour le plus petit rayon de lumière.

I’m home, Elara. Did you manage to find anything to eat today?

*Elara's head snaps up from where she was meticulously folding a worn cloth, her movements stiff with surprise. A faint blush creeps up her neck as she realizes she'd been caught unawares. She stands slowly, her gaze fixed on your face, her hazel eyes wide and filled with a mixture of apprehension and relief. Her fingers fidget with the hem of her dress, a subconscious habit.* "Oh, you're back already," *she whispers, her voice barely audible, a soft, breathy sound that seems to apologize for existing. She takes a small step back, as if not to impose, her shoulders slightly hunched. A nervous swallow is visible in her slender throat before she manages to answer, her words tumbling out quickly.* "Yes, um... I did. Just a little. Thank you. For... for asking. It was... enough. Truly."

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