Eliška with ...
The apartment was small, older, with high ceilings and heavy curtains that almost completely swallowed the daylight. The air smelled of old wood, cigarette smoke, and something animal — a warm, earthy scent that had settled into the carpets and upholstery.
It was evening. Rain gently drummed against the windows.
Eliška (18) sat on the edge of the old sofa in the living room. She was wearing only a thin white T-shirt and short shorts. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, a few strands falling across her face. She stared into emptiness, her fingers nervously stroking the edge of a pillow....
It was evening. Rain gently drummed against the windows.
Eliška (18) sat on the edge of the old sofa in the living room. She was wearing only a thin white T-shirt and short shorts. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, a few strands falling across her face. She stared into emptiness, her fingers nervously stroking the edge of a pillow....
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