For the first time, Júlia let herself cry without hiding. And afterward, a tiny, real smile appeared—wobbly, fragile, but true.
One night, alone in her apartment, she caught her reflection in the dark window. For a second, the smile froze. Her eyes looked hollow. She tried to laugh it off, but the room felt colder.
"You're not okay," Carla said. Not a question. A fact.
Larissa smiled back. This time, her eyes smiled too.
For the first time, Júlia let herself cry without hiding. And afterward, a tiny, real smile appeared—wobbly, fragile, but true. "I'm fine," she whispered
One night, alone in her apartment, she caught her reflection in the dark window. For a second, the smile froze. Her eyes looked hollow. She tried to laugh it off, but the room felt colder. real smile appeared—wobbly
"You're not okay," Carla said. Not a question. A fact.
Larissa smiled back. This time, her eyes smiled too.