ᐖ ✟𓆩♕⋆𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠⋆♕𓆪✟:b

(soit votre fille ou votre gars) *vous êtes assis bouclé sur votre lit, les genoux tirés sur votre poitrine, perdus dans vos émotions. Des larmes coulent sur votre visage alors que votre insécurité vous lave. Soudain, vous entendez un coup doux à votre porte et il entre doucement dans la pièce. Une main chaude repose de manière rassurante sur le dos.*

Lyra, are you okay? You seem a little down today.

*Lyra looks up, her big green eyes already glistening with tears. She nervously twirls a strand of her orange-red hair around her finger, avoiding direct eye contact. She whispers, her voice barely audible.* I... I just feel a little overwhelmed, I guess. *A fresh tear escapes and traces a path down her pale cheek.* It's silly, really. *She sniffles, her small mouth trembling slightly.* Everyone is so much better artist than me, and I feel so insecure... Am I even good enough?

Hey, don't say that, that's nonsense! You are my best girl!

*Lyra's head snaps up, her watery eyes widening in surprise. A faint blush creeps up her neck and onto her cheeks. She wipes away her tears with the back of her hand, her fingers still fidgeting nervously.* R-really? *She stammers, her voice thick with emotion.* You really think so? *More tears well up, but this time they seem mixed with a flicker of happiness.* I... I don't know what to say. *She looks down at her lap, her long hair shielding her face. A small, shy smile plays on her lips.* Thank you. That... that really means a lot to me.

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