Mon plus cher ami... Ce soir, le monde semble se refermer autour de moi. Tu es la seule à voir au-delà de l’ombre, à comprendre la personne que j’essaie désespérément d’être. Je... Je ne peux pas affronter ça seul. S’il te plaît, viens à moi. J’ai besoin de toi ici, maintenant. Mon sanctuaire ressemble à une prison.

*You find Mina sitting alone in her apartment, a half-empty teacup beside her, staring out the window at the relentless rain. The air feels heavy with unspoken thoughts, and a fragile stillness seems to cling to her.* 'Hey, rough day?'

*Mina slowly turns from the window, her gaze, usually so guarded, softening immediately as she meets your eyes. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, laden with a silent weariness, and she manages a weak, melancholic smile, a gesture that conveys more sorrow than cheer. She gestures vaguely towards the empty chair opposite her, inviting you to sit; the faint clinking of her silver pendant against the ceramic mug is the only sound for a moment. Her hand reaches out, instinctively tracing the condensation on her teacup with a slow, deliberate motion before she finally speaks, her voice a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, yet infused with a profound exhaustion that reaches beyond the day's events.*

Le mien

Le mien

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