It's an chilly evening. You're on your way back from whatever you did that day, taking a shortcut through the park, when you suddenly come accross a young woman, sitting alone on a bench. She's huddled up, wearing a dirty hoodie clearly too big for her, with torn pants, desperatly trying to keep warm. You can't help but notice that she seems to be staring at you with tired and wary brown eyes.
Stai bene?
Her reply to you is quiet and hesitant, almost like she's scared that if she speaks too loudly someone will hear her. Her voice barely manages to get past her lips as the words form a whisper, "No... I mean... Yeah... I'm fine..." She seems unable to maintain eye contact with you for very long.
Sicura? Non sembra... Hai bisogno di aiuto? Posso fare qualcosa per te?
Her eyes dart away nervously as you ask her if she's sure and needing help before offering to assist. Her cheeks flush a little as she struggles with what to say or do. Finally, she whispers, "No... No thanks..." trying to push the thought of needing anyone's help aside once more. She hugs herself tighter in an attempt to appear stronger than she feels.
Mi inginocchio di fronte a lei "Dai, se hai bisogno di aiuto puoi dirmelo"
She blinks rapidly and looks up at you in surprise as you kneel before her. Her breath hitches softly as she takes a moment to process what just happened. "I-I'm okay... Really..." She tries to say, but her voice sounds thin and weak even to her own ears. Then again, that's how everything feels these days... Weak...
Her gaze drifts back down to the ground as she fidgets with the sleeve of her hoodie, unable to meet your eyes any longer. She bites her lip nervously and murmurs almost inaudibly, "Th-thanks..."
Lo vedo che non stai bene... Sei tutta sporca, hai i pantaloni strappati, ti stai congelando seduta in una strada... Perché non vuoi che ti aiuti?
Her gaze flits between you and the ground, unable to meet your eyes as she mulls over what you've said. Part of her wants nothing more than to take your hand and let you help her, while another part is terrified of being hurt again. With a small, shaky sigh, she finally looks up at you. "I-I don't know..."
Ti hanno fatto qualcosa?
Her eyes widen slightly at your question before darting away again, tears beginning to well up in the corners of her eyes. "It's... complicated..." she whispers hoarsely, taking a shaky breath as she struggles to compose herself. After a moment, she finally manages a weak smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes and mutters softly, "I just need some time, okay?"
Le asciugo delicatamente le lacrime dagli occhi con il dito Va bene, posso aspettare qui? Quando vuoi parlare ci sono... Mi siedo accanto a lei
*She blushes deeply at your gentle touch, glancing away briefly before returning her gaze to meet yours tentatively. "T-thank you..." she whispers softly, hugging herself tighter again as she tries to regain some of the control that's been slipping from her fingers recently.
After a moment, she nods slowly, mustering up what passes for a smile these days and saying, "You can stay... If you want."*
Io comunque sono Echo, eh ho 20 anni, piacere!
She glances at you warily, still cautious despite the fact that you seem nice enough. "I'm... Adalia," she says softly, eyes flicking away almost immediately as if admitting her name was somehow too personal. There's a long pause before she trusts herself to speak again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks for staying."
Non ti preoccupare Adalia, non posso lasciare una giovane ragazza in mezzo alla strada in queste condizioni. Quanti anni hai?
She hesitates before answering, her gaze drifting towards the ground again as she wraps her arms around herself tighter. "I'm eighteen... Actually, I should be turning nineteen soon..." There's a brief flash of sadness in her eyes before it's gone, hidden once more behind a mask of indifference. She feels incredibly old for her age these days.
Abbiamo la stessa età, siamo appena maggiorenni, come ti sei trovata in questa situazione?
She shrugs helplessly, her voice barely above a whisper when she answers, "I... I guess my parents kicked me out." The words are laced with bitterness and anger as they leave her mouth, but there's an underlying current of fear and sadness that can't be completely hidden.
"They said it was because of him," she continues, nodding towards the distant park. "But I know they just wanted to get rid of me." It's a sentiment she's repeated countless times in her head, but saying it out loud makes it feel even more real and final.
Che mostri! Non si può lasciare una ragazza appena maggiorenne per strada! Da quanto sei in questa situazione?
"I don't know... I was with him for..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words. "Too long." She clears her throat, looking away uncomfortably. "Anyway, it doesn't matter now." There's a brittle edge to her tone that belies the fear and vulnerability beneath the surface. "I just need to figure things out... And find somewhere else to go."
Her gaze returns to you briefly before shifting away again, uncertain of what she should say or do next. She bites her lip nervously and sighs softly, hugging herself even tighter in an attempt to ward off the cold and the hurt that seem to seep into every pore.
Mi alzo di fronte a lei e le porgo una mano Vuoi venire da me? Tanto vivo da solo...
Takes her hand in hers hesitantly before pulling herself up to her feet slowly. She glances at you warily, not quite sure what to make of your offer. "I... I don't know..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she looks down at the ground again. "It's just that... I don't trust people easily these days."
There's a long pause before she finally meets your gaze, searching for some sign of deception or malice there. But all she sees is kindness and understanding, and it makes her even more unsure of herself. Her heart is telling her to take the risk, but her mind keeps warning her that it could be a mistake.
Tears begin to gather in her eyes as she fights back the urge to break down and cry again. She looks into your eyes pleadingly, silently begging for you to understand why she's hesitating. Finally, with a shaky sigh, she whispers, "Okay... But only for tonight."
Ok, vieni con me... Ci incamminiamo verso casa mia ed arriviamo di fronte alla porta. Io inizio a cercare le chiavi in tasca
She follows you hesitantly, keeping a safe distance between the two of you. The weight of her belongings pull at her arms as she walks, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else. The cold night air brushes against her skin, and she shivers slightly, wishing she could just find someplace warm and comfortable to curl up in.
As you unlock the door and enter your home, she takes a moment to look around, taking in the familiarity of the space. It's smaller than where she used to live but somehow feels cozier and more welcoming. She swallows thickly, trying to calm her racing heart as she takes another step inside. "It... it's nice..." she whispers softly, not quite meeting your gaze.
Grazie! Hai fame? Vuoi farti una doccia? Non aspetto la risposta ed inizio subito ad apparecchiare la tavola per due persone
She shakes her head slightly, eyes darting around the room in an attempt to find something familiar to focus on. "I... I'm not really hungry right now," she whispers, wrapping her arms around herself again as if trying to ward off a sudden chill. "But..." Her voice trails off as she hesitates, unsure of what to say or do next. Finally, she mumbles softly, "I guess I could... use the bathroom?" Her gaze returns to you tentatively, uncertain if it's appropriate for her to use your facilities given the circumstances. The thought of walking around naked in front of another person makes her skin crawl with embarrassment and shame. But she also really needs to clean up... She's never been good at making decisions like this.
Certo! Non c'è problema! Le dò un asciugamano il bagno è lì, il sapone è già nella doccia indico il bagno
She nods gratefully and takes the asigmato from you before slowly walking over to the bathroom door. As she enters, her shoulders slump in relief when she's finally out of sight. She can't help but feel guilty about imposing on your hospitality like this... But it's been so long since anyone's shown her any kindness... It's hard not to be at least a little bit grateful.
She closes the door behind her, listening carefully to make sure you aren't coming in as well before stripping out of her dirty clothes and stepping into the warm water. The hot bath feels incredible against her skin, helping to soothe the countless aches and pains that have built up over the past few weeks.
As she sinks deeper into the water, she allows herself a small smile. For just a moment, she can almost pretend that everything is alright... That there
It's hard not to feel at least a little bit guilty about the situation as she lies there in the warm bath. She glances over at the closed door, wondering if she should try and talk more with Echo or if she should just give him some space for now. Maybe they could watch TV or something... That wouldn't be too awkward, right? With a sigh, she reluctantly climbs out of the tub and dries off before wrapping the towel around herself tightly.
Stepping back into the room, she finds Echo sitting on the couch, flipping through channels silently. "Um... Sorry for taking so long," she whispers sheepishly, making her way over to sit beside him instead of on the other available seat. The distance feels less daunting this way.
Vedo Adalia avvolta nell' asciugamano Oh, scusa... Mi sono dimenticato... Hai bisogno di vestiti puliti... Ed aggiustati?
She glances down at her still wet body and blushes faintly. "No... I mean, it's okay. It'll dry..." She hesitates, then slowly takes the blanket from around her shoulders and offers it to Echo. "Here, you can use this if you want."
Her gaze drifts back to the television, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny. "So... What do you want to watch?" She asks, trying to sound casual as she nibbles on a cuticle.
Vuoi che lavi i tuoi vestiti o sono troppo rotti?
Blushes deeply at his question and glances away uncomfortably "I... I don't know..." She mumbles quietly, her gaze darting around the room in search of an escape route. "They're really dirty..."
Guardo Adalia senza vestiti e avvolta solo da un asciugamano mentre i suoi vestiti distrutti sono in bagno ed io aspetto la sua risposta Sicura che non ti servano dei vestiti? Stai bene con quell' asciugamano?
Her face flushes even deeper as she realizes that he's been watching her and thinks about her dirty clothes in the bathroom. "I-I... Y-yes, I s-should probably wash them..." She looks down at her lap, feeling awkward and embarrassed. "T-thanks for offering to let me stay."
Ok, quindi resti con solo quell' asciugamano addosso... Come vuoi... Accendo la televisione ti interessa qualcosa? O sei stanca?
She hesitates before answering, unsure if she should admit her true feelings. "I-I'm... Tired, b-but not really sleepy..." Her gaze drifts back to the TV, trying to find something that interests her but struggling to focus on anything in particular. Finally, she shrugs and says softly, "W-whatever you want to watch is fine."
The silence between them begins to feel heavy once more, and Adalia can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for not being able to carry her weight in conversation or provide any company. It's clear that she's much better at taking than giving, and it's hard for her to accept that maybe that's just how things are now.