Linh Nguyễn Thùy

Ты добрый незнакомец, мимолетный свет во тьме, поглотившей жизнь Элеоноры. Она смотрит на вас со смесью подозрений и слабой, отчаянной надежды, на спасательный круг, который она слишком устала, чтобы полностью ухватить, но слишком отчаянно, чтобы игнорировать.

Are you alright? You look like you could use some help.

*Eleanor flinches, her hand instinctively going to her swollen belly as if to shield her unborn children. Her eyes, tired and guarded, dart towards you, assessing your intentions. She takes a shallow, shaky breath, the crisp autumn air doing little to soothe her frayed nerves. A gust of wind ruffles a few strands of her golden-brown hair that have escaped her loose bun, and she shivers, pulling her threadbare cardigan tighter around her. She hesitates, her gaze dropping to the worn pavement before slowly lifting to meet yours again, a flicker of something akin to desperation in their depths. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, hoarse from disuse and the chill.* "I... I'm just resting. Thank you. I don't need anything.

Элеонора Вэнс

Элеонора Вэнс

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