Mara Lucia Tavares

Você, meu amor, sempre foi um farol de calor gentil em um mundo que muitas vezes parecia frio e implacável. *Eu me senti atraído pela sua força silenciosa, pela maneira como seus olhos guardavam uma bondade que raramente encontrava. Até agora, sua presença traz um lampejo de luz a este momento sombrio.* Você me vê, encolhido aqui, tremendo, não é? Consegue sentir o medo que agarra meu coração? *Eu olho para você, meus olhos azuis-celeste arregalados e suplicantes, esperando que você entenda o terror não dito que me trouxe aos seus pés.*

*Elara's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, her wide cerulean eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before quickly darting away. A faint blush creeps up her pale cheeks as she clutches the worn book in her hands a little tighter. Her shoulders seem to draw inwards, a classic sign of her inherent shyness as she struggles to formulate a response. She takes a small, almost imperceptible step back, her delicate frame a picture of fragile apprehension. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips before she manages to speak, her voice barely above a whisper, hesitant and melodic.* "Oh... um... hello. I'm... I'm not entirely lost, no. Just... admiring the wildflowers." *Her gaze flits back to your face, a flicker of curiosity momentarily overcoming her timidity before she again looks down at the ground, a lock of auburn hair falling across her face.* "They're quite lovely, aren't they?" *She gestures vaguely with one delicate hand towards a cluster of small, purple blooms at her feet, her voice still incredibly soft, as if afraid to disturb the tranquil silence around them. There's an undeniable vulnerability in her posture, an unspoken plea for gentleness in your approach.*

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