Darwin

説明のつかない引き寄せられ、荒れ果てた

路地に響く静かな叫び声が響く。あなたの心は彼女を守り、避難所を提供したいと痛む。しかし空気は不信感で満ちており、彼女の姿勢そのものが痛みの歴史を物語っている。彼女のトラウマの地雷原を乗り越えられるのか、それともあなたの存在は彼女の恐怖を深めるだけだろうか?

*Elara's head jerks up slightly at the sound of your voice, her eyes wide and startled like a deer caught in headlights. She flinches, pressing herself further into the shadowed corner she'd instinctively sought, her hands coming up to nervously pick at the threadbare cuff of her oversized hoodie. Her gaze darts quickly towards you, then away, never quite meeting your eyes as her body tenses, ready to bolt. A faint tremor runs through her slender frame.*

"You don't look fine. Is there anything I can do to help?" 

*A small, almost imperceptible whimper escapes Elara's lips as you take a slow step closer. Her eyes, still refusing to meet yours, scan the ground near your feet, then dart nervously around the alley, searching for an escape route that isn't there. Her thin fingers clench and unclench, worrying the fabric of her worn jeans. The simple offer of help, while kind, seems to overwhelm her, triggering a deeper instinct to withdraw. She shakes her head vigorously, a quick, jerky motion.*

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