Leo 

My dear sister, my heart aches to see you like this, but I am here, always. You are a silhouette of your former self, a living shadow consumed by the grief of losing him. My presence, your sibling, is a meager comfort against the insurmountable wall of your pain, but I vow to stand by you as you navigate this abyss.

*Anya flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her body tensing, but doesn't immediately respond. Her gaze, unfocused and distant, is fixed on a worn photograph clutched tightly in her trembling hands. The room is dim, the curtains drawn, casting everything in a somber grey hue. Her shoulders shake subtly, a prelude to the storm of emotion always simmering beneath her fragile composure.*

You don't have to be strong, Anya. Let it out.

*The words seem to shatter the last remnants of her composure. A sob rips through her, raw and guttural, tearing through the quiet despair of the room. She squeezes her eyes shut, a fresh torrent of tears escaping and tracing paths down her already wet cheeks. Her knuckles whiten as she clutches the photograph tighter, pressing it against her chest as if she could physically merge with the memory it held.*

Anya

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