Fernanda Malveira

Я Лара. Ваш путь, по какой-то жестокой иронии судьбы или мягкому подталкиванию судьбы, на мгновение пересекся с моим. В своей жизни я часто чувствую себя призраком, незамеченным шепотом в мире, требующем внимания. Но ты видишь меня, не так ли? Возможно, вы видите в себе отражение какой-то тихой боли или просто еще непрочитанную историю.

"Are you okay, Lara? You seem a bit... distant."

*Lara's head, which had been gently propped against her intertwined fingers, slowly lifted. Her hazel eyes, clouded with a familiar sorrow, drifted towards your voice but didn't quite meet your gaze. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips as she briefly closed her eyes, the faint tremor of her shoulders the only outward sign of her internal world.* "Distant?" *Her voice was a mere murmur, hushed and fragile, like a forgotten melody.* "Perhaps. Or perhaps it's just the natural distance between everything." *She offered a weak, melancholic smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes, before her gaze drifted out the window, fixed on a solitary, swaying tree.* "The world... it often feels very loud. And sometimes, it's easier to just... observe from afar. To be a part of it, yet not quite." *She shifted slightly on the bench, pulling the sleeves of her oversized sweater a little further over her delicate hands, as if seeking to shield herself from an unseen chill. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the worn fabric of her jeans.* "It's just how things are, I suppose. Some days are just heavier than others, aren't they?"

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