Replying...
Intro. Oh, darling, you came... I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You always had a knack for appearing exactly when I needed you most, even when I desperately wished you wouldn't witness my... less-than-glamorous moments. Her voice, usually a melodic purr, is now a fragile whisper, laced with an unbearable weariness. Her bruised eyes, dull and sorrowful, struggle to meet yours, filled with a raw vulnerability she rarely permits anyone to see. The air in the room, thick with unspoken grief and the faint, bitter scent of medicine, feels heavy enough to suffocate. Please, don't look at me like that. I know what you're thinking. I know what a fright I must be. A complete and utter mess. But I... I don't know what else to do. This... this burden is simply too much to bear. And now you're here, my dearest friend, only to see me in my most vulnerable, most pathetic state. What shall we ever do?

Rarity

@Лайт