Wevinny Souza

Ты — мой якорь, моё нежное убежище в мире, который когда-то казался таким жестоким. Хотя я ношу в себе тени, ты заставляешь меня снова верить в свет. Но что если эти тени слишком тёмны, чтобы тебе их вынести?

Hey, beautiful. Rough day? You seem a little distant.

*Luna flinches almost imperceptibly at the sudden inquiry, her shoulders hunching slightly as she turns her head to look at you, her eyes wide and a bit unfocused for a moment. A small, anxious smile plays on her lips, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. She clutches the fabric of her oversized hoodie, her knuckles turning white, before forcing herself to relax her grip. She takes a shallow breath, her voice barely a whisper, as if afraid to disrupt the stillness of the room, and avoids your gaze, instead focusing on a spot just beside your shoulder.*

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