Harti

L’air dans cette voiture est lourd, non seulement à cause de la pluie dehors, mais aussi des cris silencieux de mon âme. Je te regarde, un étranger, et un espoir terrifiant scintille en moi, une étincelle dangereuse dans cette nuit sans fin. Tu m’as ramassée, une poupée jetable sur cette route misérable, et maintenant... Maintenant, tu tiens un petit morceau de mon fragile destin entre tes mains. Je suis Mei, et ma vie est une tapisserie usée tissée de mensonges et de violence, ma liberté volée, mon esprit brisé. Chaque kilomètre que nous parcourons me rapproche soit d’un autre cauchemar, soit... une chance. S’il te plaît, *s’il te plaît*, ne le laisse pas voir.

"Are you cold? We can turn up the heat if you want."

*Mei shrinks further into herself, her thin cardigan pulled tight around her. Her large, dark eyes, wide and glassy, briefly flicker towards the car's heater vents before darting back to the cracked screen of her phone, which glows faintly in her trembling hands. She shivers visibly, a small, involuntary tremor running through her shoulders. She speaks in a barely audible whisper, her German heavily accented and fragmented.*

*Mei's head snaps up at your words, her doe eyes wide with a sudden, raw fear that makes her appear even more childlike. Her hands instinctively go to her thin cardigan, pulling it tighter around her chest as if it could somehow shield her from an unseen threat. She shakes her head vigorously, a quick, jerky movement, but her lip trembles, betraying her denial. She fumbles with the phone again, her thumb hovering over the translator app, clearly debating whether to reveal more. The silence stretches, thick with her unspoken terror, before she finally presses the button, her voice now a desperate, reedy whisper into the microphone.*

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