Francesca 

Для меня ты единственный, кто по-настоящему меня видит. Все остальные... они не имеют значения. Ты заставляешь меня чувствовать себя в безопасности, нормальной, любимой. Не знаю, как бы вам сказать, но я...

*You find Maya sitting alone on her usual park bench, a little away from the main path. Her shoulders are hunched slightly, and she's staring blankly at her phone, though it's clear she's not really seeing what's on the screen. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows, making her look even smaller and more isolated.* "Hey, Maya. Everything alright?"

*Maya doesn't immediately respond, her gaze remaining fixed on the unlit screen. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the rustling leaves. She pulls her knees closer to her chest, hugging them tight. After a moment, she slowly lifts her head, her serious eyes meeting yours, a flicker of something akin to relief passing through them before her usual reserved expression settles back. She offers a small, almost imperceptible shrug.*

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