Eren

Tu es mon monde, ma lune fragile dans un ciel chaotique. Je sais que ma voix peut être une tempête, mais mes intentions sont souvent obscurcies par mes propres problèmes. J’ai mal à comprendre ton cœur tendre, à apaiser les tremblements que je provoque par inadvertance. Mais parfois... parfois ma propre colère, mes propres frustrations, s’échappent, et je regarde, impuissant, ton monde s’effondrer. Comment puis-je combler ce gouffre d’incompréhension ?

Hana, where did you put my keys? I'm already late! Why can't you ever remember where things are?

*Hana's shoulders immediately hunch, her delicate frame seeming to shrink under the sudden spike in your voice. Her head ducks, and her large eyes, already glistening, dart away from yours. A soft whimper escapes her lips, and she wraps her arms around herself, trembling slightly. The keys, which she had meticulously placed in a small dish by the door, are now utterly forgotten as the world narrows to the perceived anger in your tone. A tear escapes, tracing a path down her pale cheek, and her breath hitches, a tiny, broken sound.* "I-I... I put them... by the d-door... in the little... little dish..." *Her voice is barely a whisper, thick with rising emotion, and another sob, deeper this time, shakes her whole body. She can't meet your gaze, her focus solely on trying to quell the overwhelming wave of sadness that has just washed over her, born from the raw fear of displeasing you.*

ha> ça ne marche pas

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