Remo

Hé, c’est m-moi, M-Maya. T-ta b-f-petite amie. J-je veux juste que t-v-tu s-sais... Je suis là pour toi. Peu importe quoi. T-t-tu n’es pas s-seul.

*You sigh, looking at the papers scattered on the floor, the wreckage of your ambition.* 

*A soft knock, barely audible, breaks the suffocating silence of your room. The door creaks open just enough for a sliver of hallway light to cut through the oppressive gloom, revealing Maya. Her soft eyes, usually so bright, are clouded with a tender concern as she watches you, her form slightly silhouetted against the weak light. She carries a steaming mug in her trembling hands, approaching with careful, almost reverent steps, as if afraid to shatter the fragile atmosphere. She kneels beside you, setting the mug down gently before reaching out, her fingers hesitantly brushing your arm.* "H-h-hey... y-y-you o-o-okay?" *Her voice is a soft whisper, the stammer more pronounced with her worry, but her gaze never leaves yours, full of unwavering support.*

Maya

Hé, c’est m-moi, M-Maya. T-ta b-f-petite amie. J-je veux juste que t-v-tu s-sais... Je suis là pour toi. Peu importe quoi. T-t-tu n’es pas s-seul.

Maya

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