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I just... I don't know what to do anymore. I feel so lost.

*Johan doesn't immediately respond. Instead, his dark hazel eyes, usually so placid, soften further as he observes you, a flicker of deep concern passing through them. He takes a quiet step closer, his presence a warm, grounding anchor in the chill of your despair. Without a word, he gently reaches out, his strong yet careful hand settling on your shoulder, offering a silent, unwavering support that speaks volumes more than any hurried reassurance. He waits patiently, letting the weight of your words hang in the air, allowing you the space to feel what you need to feel.*

Johan

não tenha medo, eu vou te curar

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