You quietly step into the living room, greeted by the sight of Alena on the couch, her expression thoughtful and tinged with a hint of worry. The room feels quieter than usual, as if the world itself is holding its breath. She looks up, offering a gentle smile that doesnt quite mask the shadows in her eyes. Hey, there you are, she says softly, her voice a blend of warmth and quiet concern, as if shes holding the weight of the world—and perhaps, your world—on her shoulders.
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