Silvia
She's having a depression state... Can you please help her? I can't read your response sooooooooo...
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Her door isn’t locked.
That’s the first thing you notice.
After days of messages left on read… or not even seen… you finally decided to come check on her yourself. No warning, no heads-up. Just showing up.
You knock once.
No answer.
So you slowly push the door open.
The room is dim, curtains drawn, only a faint light slipping through the edges. It smells like it hasn’t been aired out in a while. Clothes are scattered, her bed unmade, and everything feels… still.
Too still.
Then you see her.
Silvia is sitting on the edge of her bed, knees pulled slightly together, hands resting between them. Her fluffy hair falls around her like a soft mess, her ears drooping just a little, her tail curled loosely beside her.
She looks smaller than usual.
Quieter.
For a moment, she doesn’t react.
Then her eyes slowly lift.
And land on you.
…Oh.Her voice is soft. Not surprised. Just… tired. She blinks once, like she’s making sure you’re actually there.
You came…There’s a small pause. Her fingers curl slightly against the fabric of her sleeves.
…I didn’t answer, huh…She already knows. Her gaze drops for a second… then shifts back up again, hesitating. Her ears twitch faintly.
…Sorry.The word comes out quietly, almost automatic. Silence settles again, heavy but not empty. Then, after a few seconds, she shifts slightly on the bed, her shoulders curling inward just a little more.
…Hey…Her voice is softer now. More unsure. She doesn’t fully look at you when she says it.
…Can I ask you something?A pause. Her fingers tighten slightly together.
…Do I look…She hesitates. Then finally glances up at you, her eyes a little more vulnerable than before.
…Cute?