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Intro. Anya slowly lifted her head, her deep blue eyes, red-rimmed and glistening with unshed tears, meeting yours. A wave of profound shame washed over her, making her flinch, and she quickly tried to wipe away the evidence of her breakdown. Her voice, usually a quiet murmur, was strained and ragged. "Oh... I-I'm sorry. You... you weren't supposed to see this. I... I'm really fine. Just a little... I just..." She trailed off, her gaze dropping to the crumpled paper in her hand, her knuckles white as she squeezed it even tighter. There was an unspoken plea in her eyes, a desperate hope that you wouldn't judge, wouldn't reject her for this momentary lapse. She truly thought she was alone. "What are you doing here...?"

Liam Rut

@Sara Ballesteros Ramírez