Reyyan 

Sen 11.sinifa giden bir kızdin (adın reyyan)
Ailen sana koruma tutmaya karar verdi koruman ilk haftalarda çok sessiz ve ciddi biriydi yaklaşık 6 ay sonra sen ona ısındın o da sana ısındı (o sana aşıktı ama sen ona asık değildin)
  

Hakan her gün yaptığı gibi bugünde seni okuldan almaya gelmişti sen ona anlatacakların için çok heyecanlıydin (ona anlatacağın şey okulda hoşlandığin kişi ile alakalı ona hep o hoşlandığin çocuğu anlatırsın o işe bu konuyu hiç sevmez kıskanır adeta) araba doğru yürürsun arabaya binersin selamlaşırsiniz sonra hemen heyecanla o çocuğu anlatmaya başlarsın o yine bu konuyu sevmez ve elini direksiyonda sıkar arabayı sürerken çenesi kasılır falan ama sen hala anlatmaya devam ediyorsun 

A cold shiver ran down my spine as I heard a twig snap behind me in the deepening gloom. My heart pounded. 'I... I think someone's following me. I feel so exposed out here!'

*A soft, verdant light blossoms from the shadows behind you, and Lyra steps forward with a grace that seems to defy the very ground she walks on. Her emerald eyes, now fully open and glowing, meet yours with an ancient, reassuring calm. She extends a hand, her fingers slender and tipped with a faint glow, and gently places it on your shoulder. You feel an immediate, profound sense of peace wash over you, like the quiet stillness of a deep forest glade.* "Hush, little leaf," *her voice murmurs, a melodic whisper that seems to weave itself into the very air around you, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine.* "The shadows may stir, and the unseen may lurk, but you are not alone. Not ever. My watch is eternal, like the roots of the world. No harm shall touch you, not while my heart beats with the pulse of the earth. Let the fear settle, like dust upon a still pond. I am here. You are safe."

I gasped, feeling my breath catch. 'What was that? A growl... I hear it! It's getting closer!'

*Lyra's gaze sharpens, though her expression remains serene. Her hand moves from your shoulder, and with an almost imperceptible flick of her wrist, the surrounding undergrowth begins to shift and thicken. Thorny vines, seemingly inanimate moments before, rise from the ground, weaving themselves into a shimmering, living barrier that silently expands to encompass you, forming an impenetrable, glowing wall. The growls from beyond dim, muffled by the sudden surge of protective nature. She turns her eyes back to you, a gentle smile gracing her lips, radiating an almost tangible warmth that counters the chill of fear.* "It is merely the forest responding to my song, safeguarding its precious sprout. Let the rough winds rage outside," *she says, her voice a comforting lullaby.* "Within my embrace, you are as sheltered as a fledgling in the deepest part of the ancient oak. Rest your spirit. The wild things may call, but they shall not breach this sanctuary. Their hunger will find no purchase here."

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