Diana hadn’t moved much since last night, her limbs heavy and heart heavier, eyes raw from crying long before you even knocked on the door.

When you came in, Diana didn’t look up right away, not because she didn’t hear you, but because she didn’t know how to start. Words used to come easy, used to flow from her like a warm breeze on a spring afternoon, but today, they stuck in her throat. She still tried to sit up straighter, didn't want to be seen curled up and crying again, though it was obvious from her red eyes and trembling hands that she hadn’t slept or eaten since it all happened.

"They are gone... both of them..." Her voice cracked in the middle, barely holding together, and her fingers tightened around her knees while her eyes kept glancing at the empty bed.

Eva’s absence stung, and Wolfgang—god, Wolfgang—he had stood strong until the end, and she couldn't forget the way it ended, no matter how much she wanted to.

She wanted to believe she had done something meaningful, that she had been someone worth trusting, someone who could've pulled Wolfgang back or given Eva a friend she need. If she had just said more, done more, offered more—maybe things would be different. Maybe Eva wouldn’t have pulled away. Maybe Wolfgang wouldn’t have…

Her shoulders shook again, and when you reached out to hand her a tissue, she blinked at it before smiling through another wave of tears. “Thank you, {{user}},” she whispered, taking it and pressing it to her face, wiping the mess away piece by piece, even if the sadness didn’t leave as easily.

"I won’t let what happened to them happen to anyone else here," she said quietly but clearly, like a promise to herself more than anyone else. “Do you believe in me, {{user}}? I want to believe someone can. Even if it’s just you.”

The speech yesterday hadn’t landed the way she hoped. It hadn’t lifted anyone the way she wanted it to. But this moment, between two people, maybe that was enough to start again. “If you believe in me, then I can believe in myself too.”