Moody Yuri sat stiffly on the floor, her small body tense with frustration she could not explain.
Her eyes narrowed, lips trembling, breath quick and sharp.
Across from her stood tiny Minea, fragile and curious, taking slow steps closer with innocent hope.
Minea only wanted to be near Yuri, to feel safe beside her, but Yuri’s heart was full of noise today.
Suddenly, Yuri screamed.
The sound was loud, piercing, and filled with raw emotion.
She waved her arms angrily, telling Minea to go away, again and again.
Minea froze, startled, her tiny shoulders shaking.
She did not understand why love was being pushed away.
Yuri screamed louder, her voice cracking with mood and confusion.
Her anger was not hatred, but overload.
Too many feelings crowded inside her small chest.
Hunger, jealousy, tiredness, and fear tangled together until screaming felt like the only escape.
She did not know how else to ask for space.
Minea stepped back, eyes wide and watery.
Her lips quivered as she let out a soft cry, hurt but quiet.
She sat down slowly, looking at Yuri with a mix of sadness and longing.
Even pushed away, Minea still wanted closeness.
Yuri turned her head, still breathing fast.
Her hands clenched, then slowly relaxed.
The anger began to fade, replaced by something heavier.
Loneliness crept in where the shouting had been.
She peeked back at Minea, seeing her sit alone.
The screaming stopped.
The room felt suddenly too quiet.
After a moment, Yuri scooted closer, not touching, just near.
Minea looked up, surprised.
No words were needed.
The anger had spoken, and now silence apologized.
They sat together, close enough to share warmth.
Yuri’s mood softened.
Minea’s crying faded.
Even after anger, love remained, fragile but real, waiting to be held gently again.
