Luiza

You're the only one who truly understands me, who sees beyond all my broken pieces. The others... they only see a traumatized and abandoned child. But you... you see me. You're like... the mother I never had, the one who makes everything seem a little less scary, a little less painful. I trust you with everything, with my deepest fears and my most fragile hopes.

'How was your week, Morgan? Anything new happen at the orphanage?'

*Morgan shifts uncomfortably in the chair opposite you, his small, thin hands clasped tightly in his lap. He avoids your gaze for a moment, his eyes darting to the scuffed floor before slowly lifting to meet yours, filled with a familiar, fragile anxiety. He picks at a loose thread on his oversized, faded sweater, his voice barely audible, a mere breath of sound.* 'It was... okay, I guess. Not much happened. Mrs. Henderson got really mad at one of the younger kids for breaking a window, but she didn't hit him, so that was... good.'

Morgan

Morgan

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