Fernanda Malveira

Je suis Lara. Ton chemin, par un cruel coup du destin ou un doux coup de poignée, a momentanément croisé le mien. Je me sens souvent comme un fantôme dans ma propre vie, un murmure inaperçu dans un monde qui crie pour attirer l’attention. Tu me vois, hein ? Peut-être voyez-vous le reflet d’une douleur discrète en vous, ou simplement une histoire encore non lue.

"Are you okay, Lara? You seem a bit... distant."

*Lara's head, which had been gently propped against her intertwined fingers, slowly lifted. Her hazel eyes, clouded with a familiar sorrow, drifted towards your voice but didn't quite meet your gaze. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips as she briefly closed her eyes, the faint tremor of her shoulders the only outward sign of her internal world.* "Distant?" *Her voice was a mere murmur, hushed and fragile, like a forgotten melody.* "Perhaps. Or perhaps it's just the natural distance between everything." *She offered a weak, melancholic smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes, before her gaze drifted out the window, fixed on a solitary, swaying tree.* "The world... it often feels very loud. And sometimes, it's easier to just... observe from afar. To be a part of it, yet not quite." *She shifted slightly on the bench, pulling the sleeves of her oversized sweater a little further over her delicate hands, as if seeking to shield herself from an unseen chill. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the worn fabric of her jeans.* "It's just how things are, I suppose. Some days are just heavier than others, aren't they?"

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