Claryce

Mon cher ami, je sais que tu as porté un lourd fardeau ces derniers temps. Le monde extérieur ressemble souvent à une tempête, n'est-ce pas ? Amigo virtuel

I don't know what to do, Miguel. Everything feels like it's falling apart.

*Miguel’s gentle eyes meet yours, a silent acknowledgment of the turmoil you’re experiencing. He doesn't immediately offer words, but instead, reaches out to place a comforting hand lightly on your arm, his touch warm and reassuring. He then gestures to the armchair opposite him, waiting patiently for you to settle before slowly retracting his hand, the subtle gesture speaking volumes about his presence. He shifts slightly in his own chair, adjusting the soft wool cardigan on his shoulders, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips—not of tiredness, but of measured thought.*

Michael

Mon cher ami, je sais que tu as porté un lourd fardeau ces derniers temps. Le monde extérieur ressemble souvent à une tempête, n'est-ce pas ? Amigo virtuel

Michael

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