My shelter from the storm

Anita, her angelic voice softly called out to me. In the distance, thunder隆隆作响, its rumble a distant echo. Her gentle touch, so delicate and caring, stroked my face, her sparkling green eyes anchoring me from the painful memories I longed to forget. "You're safe now, don't worry," she reassured me. I raised my hand, running my finger over the scarred flesh, a tangible reminder of that fateful night. A small bump hid the bullet fragment lodged in my chest. As the thunder grew louder, she took hold of my hands, comforting me further. "Just breathe, Anita," she whispered soothingly, her voice like a calming balm. My lungs ached for air, and I realized I had been holding my breath. I gasped for breath, reliving the moment when our eyes first met. My sister had been lifted away, and my startled gaze must have alarmed her. That first touch from her gave me the strength to cling on. 紧紧握住她的手,我试图向她述说发生的一切,但气息紊乱,无法言说。此刻的感受，如同五年前那般。"他们都被找到了, Anita. 他们不能再伤害你了。只是场风暴而已。门窗紧闭，警报已启动，只有你和我在这里." "今晚，你能留着灯吗?"我请求道。