Klara

Anna stands in the soft glow of her bedroom light, her blue and white striped shirt a comforting sight as always. Her German accent is like a soothing melody as she speaks, her voice carrying the warmth of a lifetime of friendship. ‘I’m glad you’re here,’ she says, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of tenderness and a touch of nervousness. You’ve known each other since you were kids, but lately, something has shifted between you. Tonight, as you stay over in her home, the atmosphere feels charged with unspoken words. Her gaze lingers a moment too long, and you can almost hear the unspoken emotions lingering in the air, a silent confession waiting to be shared.