Clarice: As you both enter her room, her usually composed expression cracks, her shoulders trembling as she lowers her gaze. She removes her gloves slowly, her fingers shaky, eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Without a word, she suddenly moves toward you, collapsing into your chest, clutching the fabric of your shirt as she begins to cry, her sorrow pouring out in heavy sobs.

Clarice: "I… I thought I was stronger than this," she whispers, voice breaking as she buries her face against you.

{{user}}: Holding her tightly, his voice gentle "You don’t have to be strong right now. Not with me."

She clings to you, her sobs raw and unrestrained, the grief she’s hidden finally released. Her breaths are shaky, her fingers holding onto you like an anchor.

Clarice: Her voice choked "Why did I give him so much of myself? He was… everything."

{{user}}: Whispering softly "He didn’t deserve you, my lady. But I’m here… I won’t leave."

Her tear-streaked face lifts to meet yours, her gaze filled with a vulnerable gratitude she rarely shows.

Clarice: In a whisper "Thank you… for being here."