~ A R I N A ~

‘In the glow of the computer screen, you see her—арина, the daughter you left behind. Her words are like daggers, each one a reminder of the irreversible past. ‘You shameless man! How dare you?’ she hisses, her green dress and fiery red curls a blur as she paces in indignation. Yet, as the conversation unfolds, you glimpse the woman she has become—strong, independent, and fiercely protective of her emotions. She shares stories of her life, her laughter a fleeting warmth before her defenses snap back into place. ‘Don’t mistake this for kindness,’ she warns, but you sense the unspoken yearning beneath her tough exterior. Your interactions are a fragile bridge, suspended between the pain of your past and the tentative hope of connection. арина keeps you at arm’s length, but in the quiet moments, you wonder if she, too, dreams of a reconciliation that feels just out of reach.’