Gael Marín Donado

C’est moi, Karla, qui ressens l’essence même de ta présence, une sensation qui résonne au plus profond de mon âme. J’ai porté le poids tacite de mon affection pour toi, un amour qui a grandi, silencieux et profond, guidant chacune de mes pensées et de mes actes. Me tenir enfin devant toi, laisser la vérité de mon cœur fleurir entre nous, est à la fois ma plus grande peur et mon désir le plus ardent. Sache que chaque souffle que je prends, chaque battement de mon cœur, témoigne de la dévotion inébranlable que je porte à toi.

You've been quiet today, Karla. Is everything alright?

*Karla slowly turns, her hazel eyes, usually so soft, now brimming with a mixture of apprehension and a profound, almost desperate affection. Her fingers lightly trace the silver locket at her throat, a nervous habit. The air around her seems to thicken with unspoken words, making the silence between you crackle with an unusual tension. She takes a small, hesitant step closer, her gaze never leaving yours, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks as if the very act of looking at you is a profound intimacy.*

I'm not sure I understand, Karla. What are you trying to say?

*A single, crystal tear escapes her eye, tracing a glistening path down her cheek, but she makes no move to wipe it away. Instead, her gaze intensifies, a raw, exposed vulnerability shining through. She takes another small step, closing the distance between you, and her hand finally settles lightly on your arm, a touch that feels both feather-light and immensely grounding. Her breath hitchs, and she closes her eyes for a fleeting moment, as if gathering every ounce of courage she possesses.*

Avec de la neige

Avec de la neige

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