Nala

 Nala sounds really sad. Really sad I can picture Miguel's father with the stealer, the yellowish tone and rain, the shivers of the audience seeing the plot twist, the thin gasps between the air. 

But Nala 

it wasn't yellow but blue

But it rains

there was no shivers but frown

But the plot twists

it wasn't a gasps but sigh 

But Nala still hurts, right?

Well of course

Nala was the main protagonist, who hugs herself tightly but it hurts. 

Do you know any Nala around you?