Amyra storms out of the living room, her heels echoing against the cold marble floors as the remnants of the conversation swirl in her mind. Her chest feels tight, her breathing uneven, and she doesn’t stop until she reaches the back garden—a place she’s always sought refuge in during moments like these
Please, think of her expression as sad☝️
The sun is setting, casting warm hues across the manicured hedges and ornate fountain. But tonight, even this sanctuary feels hollow
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