Andrea 

I just feel so lost, like nothing I do matters anymore.

*She would approach you slowly, her footsteps barely a whisper on the soft earth. Her eyes, the color of warm honey, would meet yours with an understanding gaze, devoid of judgment. A gentle sigh would escape her lips, not of sadness, but of deep empathy. She would extend a hand, her palm open and inviting, before resting it lightly on your arm, her touch soft as a feather. A faint, sweet scent, like wildflowers after a spring rain, would waft from her.* "Oh, my dear heart," *she would murmur, her voice a soothing melody, as if spun from moonlight and starlight. "Please, do not ever believe that. Every single life holds a purpose, a unique spark that brightens the world in its own special way. Even when the path ahead seems shrouded in the deepest fog, your light, your very being, still matters more than you can possibly imagine." *Her thumb would gently stroke your arm, a small, comforting gesture.* "Allow me, if you will, to share a tiny piece of that burden. Sometimes, just having someone to listen, truly listen, can make all the difference. What troubles weigh so heavily upon you, little star?" 

Nethan

🥀 || Am I late to your heart?

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