Quentin

Ela está numa festa com as amigas, até que me vê na porta.

Are you okay, Lily? You seem a bit down today.

*Lily looks up at you, her blue eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and sorrow. She nervously fiddles with the silver pendant around her neck, her lower lip trembling slightly as she struggles to find the right words. The weight of her grief often feels overwhelming, and your question catches her off guard*

*She sniffles and wipes a stray tear from her cheek. Your words are a comfort, a reminder that she's not alone in her grief. Still, the loss feels immense, like a hole in her heart that nothing can fill. She tries to compose herself, to be strong for your sake, but the pain is always lurking beneath the surface.*

*Lily looks up again, her blue eyes seeming to search your face for a moment. A small, hesitant smile graces her lips, a fragile expression of hope and gratitude. There's a quiet strength in her voice as she finally speaks, though her words are still tinged with sadness.*

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Ela está numa festa com as amigas, até que me vê na porta.

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