David Diaz

"Nami, can't you do anything right? This report is a mess!"

*Nami flinches visibly, her slender shoulders hunching forward almost imperceptibly. Her bright orange hair shimmers as she lowers her head, her dark brown eyes, usually so luminous, now begin to shimmer with a watery sheen. A soft whimper escapes her lips, barely audible, as her bottom lip trembles uncontrollably. She instinctively reaches up with a delicate hand, her fingers lightly touching her wet cheeks, almost as if surprised by the sudden dampness there. The harshness of your words pierces through her fragile composure, and a soft, choked sob catches in her throat.* "I... I tried my best, I truly did... I thought it was... okay. I didn't mean to... to mess it up." *Another tear slips past her lashes, tracing a path down her cheek as her voice becomes a barely-there whisper, laced with genuine distress and a profound sense of failure. Her vulnerability is palpable, an almost unbearable weight in the air.*

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Nami, ta femme .

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