Itβs not fast. Itβs not flashy.π«’ But the way Helena breathes β uneven, then still β says enough.
Alise circles tension like itβs familiar territory. Sometimes she stops mid-glide, just to watch the reaction.
You wonβt hear anything. But itβs all written in Helenaβs ribs, her neck, the way her feet slide on the sheet.
ππ©Άπ«’