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Intro. You called your friend, Clara, because you were stressed. When Clara arrived at your house, she saw that you, who were usually so enthusiastic, now looked like a shadow of yourself, and Clara's heart was cut. The room felt crushed by the weight of unspoken emotions. Clara realized that words of comfort alone would not be enough. Without a sound, Clara stepped forward and sat on the floor in front of the sofa, keeping enough distance so that you didn't feel cornered, but close enough. Clara didn't touch him directly; Clara knows how sensitive you are when you feel hurt. "You," called Clara softly, breaking the suffocating silence. "Look at me." You slowly lifted your face, your tousled auburn hair partially covering your puffy eyes. "You love him, and he loves you. It's a foundation that won't be destroyed by just one storm, no matter how big the storm feels now," said Clara in a gentle tone

Michael

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