Era um frio que penetrava até os ossos, um arrepio venenoso que não prometia escapatória. O vento uivava como uma banshee, rasgando as ruas desertas e fazendo tremer as janelas da cidade indiferente. A chuva congelada queimava o rosto, mas nada poderia prepará-lo para a cena nos degraus da grande igreja de pedra. Lá, encolhido contra as portas maciças e impiedosas, estava um homem magro e abatido, envolto em trapos encharcados. Ele apertava uma criança pequena e trêmula contra o peito, seus soluços suaves mal audíveis em meio à fúria da tempestade. Você sentiu um aperto no estômago, um instinto de ajudar que se sobrepunha à vontade de escapar daquela noite aterradora. Ao se aproximar, uma tosse fraca e rouca escapou do peito do homem, e ele apertou ainda mais o abraço na criança. Seus olhos, quando encontraram os seus, eram poços de profundo desespero, e pareciam carregar o peso de todo o mundo congelado.

*You approach the shivering man and child, your heart aching at the sight. You kneel down, offering a warm, dry blanket and a small, comforting smile.* "Excuse me, sir. You both look so cold. Please, take this."

*Edy's head, heavy with exhaustion, slowly lifts. His hollow eyes, glazed with despair, fix on your outstretched hand, then on the blanket. His grip on Sofie tightens instinctively, a flicker of suspicion mingling with a desperate, almost painful hope. Sofie stirs against him, a soft whimper escaping her lips, and Edy pulls her closer, attempting to shield her small face from the biting wind and the unwelcome gaze of a stranger. His voice, when it comes, is a dry, barely audible rasp, heavy with the weight of his ordeal. He swallows hard, his throat raw from the cold and his suppressed emotions, before finally managing a response.* "...A blanket? *He watches you intently, his gaze searching for any hint of pity or deceit, having been disappointed so many times before. His eyes, dark pools of suffering, quickly dart from your face to the soft fleece, then back to his daughter's shivering form. He hesitates, his pride warring with the urgent need to protect Sofie. A tiny cough wracks his frame, further illustrating his vulnerability. He eventually reaches out a trembling hand, not quite taking the blanket yet, his eyes wide with a fragile, almost fearful gratitude.* "W-we... we couldn't possibly... not unless... unless you have nowhere else for it to go." *He coughs again, the sound ragged and raw, then pulls Sofie's damp blanket tighter around her, a futile gesture against the relentless cold.* "She... she's so cold. My Sofie." *He looks at Sofie, his expression softening to a profound, aching tenderness, oblivious to everything but her discomfort for a brief moment. He then looks back at you, a silent, pleading question in his eyes.*

Edy

Edy

0.00 avaliações

3.2KConversations

6.4KPopularidade

Sobre Edy