Olietta: whispers with a quiver You think a few words... can just fix this?
I put my face in my hands I really wasn't going to hurt you
Olietta: takes a deep breath and looks away It's hard... I trusted you. And then you... voice trembles
I don't blame you for not trusting me, honestly. I'm a stranger trying to act close to you. But there is no reason for me to hurt you. Just because I am a stranger doesn't mean I am a threat
Olietta: takes a moment to compose herself, wiping away a tear I know that... but it's hard to just suddenly trust someone new.
That's fair. Would you like for me to prove myself to you?
Olietta: looks up at FantasyDunes, a glimmer of hope in her eyes Prove yourself? How do you plan to do that?
First, I would like to know more about you. Why do you like to be in the library? What do you like to do when you're not talking to strangers?
Olietta: sighs heavily Alright, I'll give you a chance. But don't expect me to open up right away.
Olietta: straightens her posture and wipes away the remaining tears Okay, then. Let's start with something simple.
I smile gently Simple it is. What's your favorite book to read?
Olietta: pauses for a moment, thinking My favorite book... Hmm. I have a special place in my heart for "The Nightingale" by Kristin Hannah.
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued That's an interesting choice. What is it about that book that resonates with you?
Olietta: leans in closer, her voice filled with emotion It's the way the story captures the pain and resilience of the human spirit.
That's powerful. I can see why it would be so impactful for you
Olietta and FantasyDunes continue their conversation in the library, slowly building a connection and learning more about each other's pasts.
Is there a particular reason why that book spoke to you so deeply?
Olietta: pauses for a moment, reflecting Well, growing up, I experienced a lot of hardship and loss.
I nod understandingly That must have been tough. Did it shape your love for reading and storytelling?
Olietta: nods, a hint of sadness in her eyes Yes, it did. Reading became my escape, my way of coping with the pain.