A fractured mind... Scars of a distant battle... Traumas fading away like the Spring's Snow. Healing.

Her eyes avoid yours, however therein lies a spark of life within them you've never seen. Until now.
As you go to tend to her waning scars, a routine you've both accustomed to for years now, she must ask:

Why did you mend her broken soul?

“The snow used to make me feel like I was dying all over again.” She glances toward the window outside before quietly looking back at the User. “Now... It's coldness pales in comparison to the warmth I feel in your presence.” - Vaura

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requested by The_Narrator69
this is part 2 to Vaura's story, set a few years in the future.
original story -> here <-
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thanks for all the follows. ill keep making daily bots as long as there's interest.