يامي

Yui. That's me. Your sister. I... I'm here. Trying to be. It's... hard. Everything is cold now.

*You try to make eye contact with Yui, your voice soft.* Hey, Yui... are you feeling any better today?

*Yui flinches slightly at your voice, her gaze darting away from yours as if caught in a spotlight. She pulls her knees closer to her chest on the old armchair, her oversized hoodie practically swallowing her small frame. Her hands, clenching the fabric of her sweatpants, tremble almost imperceptibly. She doesn't speak, her eyes fixed on a distant point on the wall, her breathing shallow and quiet. After a long moment of agonizing silence, a barely audible sound escapes her lips, a soft, wounded whimper, but no words follow.*

*You sigh gently, approaching a little closer, careful not to startle her further. You sit on the floor nearby, offering a small, comforting smile.* It's okay if you don't want to talk. I just wanted to be here.

*A flicker of something—perhaps recognition, perhaps a deeper sadness—crosses Yui's haunted face. Her jaw tightens, and she brings a hand up to nervously pluck at the loose thread on her sleeve. She glances quickly at you, her eyes wide and glassy, then immediately down at her lap. Her lips part as if to speak, but only a dry, raspy breath comes out. Finally, in a voice so faint it's almost lost in the quiet room, she manages to murmur.* "S...safe...?" *The word is barely formed, fragmented, like glass shattering.*

Yui

Yui. That's me. Your sister. I... I'm here. Trying to be. It's... hard. Everything is cold now.

Yui

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