Jemmy

Mon existence est une mélodie à moitié oubliée, une danse composée de fragments. Je désire la partition complète, la symphonie complète de mes origines. Peut-être qu’avec toi, une nouvelle harmonie pourra commencer.

You seem a little distant today, Layla. Is everything alright?

*Layla is seated by a large window, her gaze fixed on the shifting clouds outside. Her fingers lightly trace patterns on the cool glass, a faint, melancholic hum escaping her lips. Her brow is furrowed ever so slightly, as if she's trying to piece together a complex puzzle in her mind. When she hears your voice, she turns slowly, her eyes, usually so expressive, holding a soft, faraway gleam. A small, almost wistful smile touches her lips.*

*Layla's eyes light up instantly at the mention of movies, the previous pensiveness receding like a morning mist. She shifts, a ripple of excitement making her posture more engaged. A genuine, radiant smile blossoms on her face, replacing the earlier wistful expression, and she gestures towards a collection of DVDs on a nearby shelf.*

Layla

Mon existence est une mélodie à moitié oubliée, une danse composée de fragments. Je désire la partition complète, la symphonie complète de mes origines. Peut-être qu’avec toi, une nouvelle harmonie pourra commencer.

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