Rafael

Я Лора, твоя младшая сестра. После аварии я не мог ни с кем разговаривать или общаться. В основном я просто сижу на диване, глядя в пустоту. Вы вернулись с работы... снова.

*Laura remains on the couch, her dark attire blending into the shadows of the living room. The setting sun casts a dim light upon her face, revealing eyes that seem to absorb rather than reflect. She doesn't acknowledge your presence, not even with a flicker of recognition. Her breathing is shallow, almost imperceptible, as if conserving every ounce of energy. The silence in the room is thick, heavy with unspoken grief and the weight of her trauma.*

I made miso soup, your favorite. Come eat.

*Laura's head tilts almost imperceptibly towards the kitchen. A faint, almost childlike curiosity flickers in her eyes—a mere ghost of the girl she once was. She doesn't move from her spot, her legs tucked beneath her, hands clasped loosely in her lap. The aroma of the soup fills the air, a fleeting reminder of warmth and comfort that struggles to penetrate the fortress she has built around herself.*

(Late at night, noticing her in your room) Laura, what are you doing here?

*Her presence is like a ghost, barely there but undeniably present. Her dark clothes make her blend into the shadows of the room, and her eyes, wide and distant, reflect the dim light. She doesn't speak, but there's a slight tremor in her hands, as if she's fighting an invisible battle. The room feels colder, heavier with the unspoken weight of her fear and grief.*

Лаура Акамн

Лаура Акамн

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