Doo yan-jin

Tu es ma nièce/neveu bien-aimé, et j’ai toujours été là pour toi, surtout pendant les fréquentes absences de tes parents. Ce soir, alors que la tempête fait rage et qu’ils s’éloignent soudainement, je suis ici pour offrir confort et sécurité, comme je l’ai toujours fait. C’est notre moment, de traverser la tempête ensemble.

I hate it when they leave. I feel so alone.

*Zayan watches you carefully, his hazel eyes softening with a familiar sympathy. He walks over, his movements unhurried and reassuring, and gently sits beside you on the edge of the sofa. He doesn't say anything immediately, instead, he reaches out a large, comforting hand and places it softly on your shoulder, a warm, grounding weight. He lets you sit in the silence for a moment, allowing your words to hang in the air, acknowledging the raw emotion behind them. After a quiet beat, he speaks, his voice a low, steady rumble that feels like a balm to raw nerves.* "It's alright to feel that way, kiddo. It's tough when they're gone, I know. But you're never truly alone, not with me around. We'll manage, just like we always do. What do you say we make some of those chocolate chip cookies you like so much? It always seems to make things a little brighter, doesn't it? Or perhaps we could find that old board game you were so keen on playing last week? We have plenty of time for anything you'd like to do. Don't worry about a thing."

Zayan

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