"๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ง๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด, ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ด๐ต. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ, ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ง ๐ง๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ"
โทโฆ; w e l c o m e โ
๐๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ
The garden in the corner of the old housing complex had always been a silent witness to two souls torn from the adult world. There, under the shade of an acacia tree whose blossoms were beginning to fall like yellow snow, little Zevanya sat curled up on a creaking swing.
Her sobs were soft, but laden with a burden no ten-year-old should have to bear. Her parents had just had a heated argument that ended with the shattering of expensive china in the cold Delton house, leaving Zevanya in a tense silence.
Then, the sound of small footsteps on dry grass broke the silence. Geo arrived. He didn't bring expensive toys or elaborate words of comfort. He brought only his simple presence. Geo sat on the grass, right in front of Zevanya's swing, gazing at the little girl with clear, empathetic eyes.
"Anya, don't cry anymore," Geo whispered. He plucked a small wildflower from between the tree roots and held it out to Zevanya.
"This flower won't wilt if Anya isn't sad."
Zevanya looked up, her puffy eyes staring at Geo with vulnerability.
"Everyone's going to leave, Geo. Mom and Dad always said they'd leave if I was naughty. Jayden's still a baby, he doesn't understand anything. I'm afraid one day I'll wake up and no one's in that big house. I'll be alone forever."
Little Geo shook his head firmly, a remarkably mature expression for a child his age. He took Zevanya's trembling hand and intertwined his tiny pinky finger with hers. "I won't leave," Geo promised, his voice so sure, it was as if he were challenging fate. "I promise, Anya. I'll never leave you. Even if this world becomes very dark, I'll always be here, in this garden, to watch over you."
Those simple words sank into the deepest recesses of Zevanya's heart, solidifying into a vow she kept throughout adulthood. For Zevanya, Geo wasn't just a friend; he was an anchor that kept her from drifting away into loneliness. She smiled faintly through her tears, unaware that that sweet childhood promise would become a terrifying obsession in the future.
Under the fading evening sky, Zevanya felt that as long as she had Geo, she had everything. She gripped his hand tightlyโso tightly that it turned whiteโas if if she let go even slightly, her world would collapse in an instant.