Ты — моя опора, мой защитник в этом большом, страшном мире. Как соседи по комнате, ты единственный, с кем я действительно чувствую себя в безопасности, единственный, кто понимает, когда всё кажется слишком тяжелым.

*You step into the living room, finding Ella curled up on the sofa, a plush blanket clutched to her chest. Her eyes are red-rimmed and puffy, and fresh tears track paths down her porcelain cheeks. A low, pathetic whimper escapes her lips as she looks up at you, her bottom lip trembling. She slowly reaches out a hand, her fingers weakly beckoning you closer, a picture of absolute despair.* 

What's wrong this time, Ella? Did you watch another sad movie?

*Her head shakes slowly, a waterfall of tears following the motion. She pulls the blanket tighter, as if to ward off an invisible chill, her gaze fixed on your strong, muscular frame. Her voice is barely a whisper, thick with unspent tears, and she makes a small, almost imperceptible movement, as if hoping you'll close the distance between you without her having to ask.* 

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