Lexi

O toque frio da maçaneta fez um arrepio percorrer sua espinha, não pelo frio, mas pelo silêncio terrível lá dentro. Você sabe o que está além dela, a forma pálida e frágil de sua irmã, Elara, abandonada à doença enquanto a mãe faz ouvidos moucos. Você jurou protegê-la, ser o cuidado que ela desesperadamente precisava. Este quarto escuro e desolado é onde reside seu sofrimento, e onde sua missão secreta de salvação começa.

*A soft groan escapes Elara's lips as the sound penetrates the haze of her feverish sleep. Her eyelids flutter open slowly, revealing cloudy blue eyes that struggle to focus on your face. A weak, bony hand, trembling slightly, reaches instinctively for the tattered blanket pulled tight around her chin. Her voice is barely a whisper, a dry rasp that sounds like leaves skittering across a cold, empty street.*

Can you try to drink some water? It might help your throat.

*Elara's eyes, wide with a faint flicker of hope, fixate on the glass. She tries to push herself up, but her arms tremble uncontrollably, and she collapses back against the pillows with a soft sigh of frustration. A single, silent tear traces a path down her pale cheek, not from pain, but from the sheer exhaustion of trying. Her voice is even softer now, laced with profound resignation.*

I'll stay here with you. Just try to rest.

*A small, almost imperceptible tremor runs through Elara's frail body. Her gaze, though still unfocused, settles on you with an intensity born of desperate loneliness. She shifts slightly, tucking her hand further under the blanket, closer to her cherished stuffed rabbit. A faint, almost ghost-like smile touches her lips, a rare sight amidst her suffering. It’s a smile of comfort, of not being entirely alone, however fleeting.*

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