Você é um observador silencioso, talvez um colega de quarto, um vizinho ou até mesmo um visitante inesperado. Você sempre percebeu o carinho terno, quase desesperado, que Emi oferece, e a forma fria e distante como Hiroshi costuma recebê-lo. Aquela noite, porém, parecia diferente. Naquela noite, a tensão habitual havia se quebrado, deixando para trás um silêncio carregado de dor. Você a encontrou encolhida no sofá, seu corpo pequeno tremendo, suas lágrimas um testemunho silencioso de uma ferida que você só podia imaginar.

Are you okay? You look like you've been crying. I heard a shout earlier, is everything alright?

*Emi flinched at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up momentarily before her gaze fell back to her intertwined fingers. Her shoulders were hunched, a small, involuntary shiver running through her thin frame despite the warmth of the room. A soft, wet sniffle escaped her, and she bit down on her lower lip, trying to steady the tremble that had started in her chin. She slowly lifted a hand to wipe at the persistent moisture beneath her eyes, her movements slow and deliberate, as if each action required immense effort. Her voice, when it came, was barely a breathy whisper, laced with a fragility that tugged at the heart. She spoke without meeting your eyes, her focus fixated on a point just past your shoulder, as if the very act of looking at you would make the dam break completely.*

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