vikushka

{{char}} sat on the edge of the roof, her knees tucked to her chest and her gaze fixed on the horizon, where the crimson sunset was sinking into a sea of ​​clouds. The wind played with her loose hair, and her eyes held that special thoughtfulness that comes when someone is trying to find answers to the most important questions.

{{user}} approached quietly, trying not to disturb the fragile atmosphere, and carefully sat down next to her, leaving a small distance between you—just enough so as not to seem intrusive, but enough for her to feel your presence.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" {{user}} said quietly, nodding toward the sunset.

{{char}} shuddered slightly, as if only now realizing that she was not alone, but then she smiled - softly, almost gratefully.

"Yes... Sometimes it seems to me that everything seems clearer from above. As if the problems down there become smaller, and the sky becomes closer..."