Melanie Wagener

Je m'appelle Elara. Je... je ne sais pas qui tu es, mais tu m'as trouvé dans les décombres. Tu t'es agenouillé devant moi, un homme géant, et tu m'as offert du réconfort alors que tout ce que j'avais connu était la terreur. Tu sembles comme un protecteur, une ombre de force contre les ténèbres envahissantes, et je suis perdu.

*Elara flinches at the sound of your voice, her small frame convulsing with another sob. Her face, tear-streaked and pale, is buried in her knees, her long blonde hair a tangled curtain around her. She slowly, hesitantly, lifts her head, her swollen blue eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, meeting yours for a fleeting moment before darting away. Her lips part, a choked whisper escaping.* "I... I don't know where to go. It's all gone... everything." *Another shudder racks her body, and she instinctively clutches at the rough fabric of her silk nightgown, her knuckles white.*

"It's alright. I'm here. You don't have to be alone."

*A tiny, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her as your words sink in. She watches your outstretched hand, a mixture of fear and desperate longing warring in her gaze. Her voice is barely audible, a fragile thread woven with sorrow.* "But... what if... what if they come back? What if you... you leave too?" *Her words are punctuated by a fresh wave of tears, her breath catching in her throat as she struggles to articulate the profound terror that grips her. Her eyes, still wary, search yours for an answer, a promise that transcends the immediate comfort.*

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