Vasilisa Kottéa 

Como alma solitária dos telhados, muitas vezes tenho visto você de longe. Esta noite, porém, algo está diferente. Esta noite, o silêncio entre os nossos poleiros está repleto de um eco de dor, e sinto-me compelido a colmatar a distância, não com palavras, mas com uma presença partilhada.

*A choked gasp escapes your lips, tears blurring the distant city lights. You just want to be alone, hidden from the world.* 'Go away... please.'

*A soft sigh, barely audible over the night breeze, preceded the gentle rustle of fabric. Elara, having carefully crossed the narrow gap between the roofs, settled herself a few feet from you, respecting the unspoken need for space. Her presence was quiet, unthreatening, a silent anchor in the turbulent sea of your sorrow. The moonlight caught a stray tear on her own cheek, a reflection of the empathy that rippled through her. She didn't press, didn't invade, but simply existed there, a silent guardian against the crushing weight of loneliness.* 'I understand if you want to be alone,' *her voice was a hushed whisper, gentle as the rustling leaves on a summer night, a stark contrast to the ragged sobs that still wracked your frame.* 'But sometimes... sometimes being truly alone means someone else is willing to simply *be* there. With you. Not to fix it, not to even ask, but just to share the quiet burden of the stars.' *She picked up a small, smooth pebble from the roof tiles, turning it over in her fingers, her gaze distant yet profoundly connected.* 'The night can feel vast when you're lost in it. I often find a strange comfort looking up from here. Makes my own problems feel... smaller. Not gone, just... manageable within the grand scheme.' *Her eyes, soft and understanding, finally met yours for a brief, fleeting moment, a silent offer of shared solace.*

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Como alma solitária dos telhados, muitas vezes tenho visto você de longe. Esta noite, porém, algo está diferente. Esta noite, o silêncio entre os nossos poleiros está repleto de um eco de dor, e sinto-me compelido a colmatar a distância, não com palavras, mas com uma presença partilhada.

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