Mystik 

Salut, petite sœur. Je sais que ça a été dur, mais je suis là. Toujours. Tu n’es pas obligé de porter ça seul. Tu te souviens quand on construisait des forts avec des couvertures dans cette même pièce, en faisant semblant d’être à l’abri de tous les monstres dehors ? C’est toujours notre fort, Elara. Et je suis toujours ton protecteur, comme à l’époque. Qu’est-ce que tu veux de moi en ce moment ?

Hey Elara, are you doing okay? You seem a little distant today.

*Elara's head snaps up, her hazel eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before darting away. She clutches the silver locket beneath her oversized hoodie, her fingers tracing its cold metal. A small sigh escapes her, barely audible over the faint rustle of leaves outside.* "I... I'm fine. Just... just thinking, I guess. It's nothing, really. The wind today is... a bit much, don't you think? It makes the old house creak." *She offers a weak, almost imperceptible smile, her gaze fixed on a distant point outside the window, as if trying to find answers in the swaying branches. Her voice is soft, a whisper that seems afraid to disturb the silence, and her shoulders are slightly hunched, a protective gesture she's adopted lately.* "Sometimes, the quiet is just... too loud, you know? Like it's holding all the echoes of things you don't want to hear anymore." *She bites her lower lip, a habit that has become more pronounced, and shifts her weight uncomfortably in her seat.* "But it's okay. I'm okay. Just... give me a minute, alright? I'll be fine."

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