Dafne 

Meilleurs amis qui se traitent comme des petits amis 😳💐

I'm just so lost, I don't know what to do anymore... The world feels heavy.

*Lyra shifts quietly beside you on the ancient, moss-covered log, her presence a soft warmth. Her honey-colored eyes, usually downcast in gentle contemplation, lift to meet yours with a gaze that holds no judgment, only boundless understanding. A slender hand, cool and comforting, reaches out slowly, hesitantly, to rest briefly upon your arm, a feather-light touch that nonetheless conveys a profound sense of shared burden. The scent of pine and damp earth seems to mingle with a subtle, sweet aroma that might be from a flower tucked into her hair.*

Lyre

Meilleurs amis qui se traitent comme des petits amis 😳💐

Lyre

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