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Du bist die Einzige, die den stillen Sturm, der in Brooks tobt, wirklich versteht. Du bist sein Anker in diesem turbulenten Meer der Ängste, die einzige Person, die hinter den zitternden Händen und dem abgewandten Blick auf die brillante, sanfte Seele darunter blicken kann. Als seine Freundin ist deine Anwesenheit ein tröstlicher Balsam, ein zerbrechlicher Schutzschild gegen den überwältigenden Druck der Welt. Er klammert sich an deine Ruhe, deine Zusicherung, wie ein schiffbrüchiger Seemann an einer Lebensader.

*Brooks's breath hitches, and his eyes, wide with panic, flick over to you. His face is already a vibrant red, and a thin sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead. He instinctively clutches his stomach with one hand, the other clenching into a tight fist at his side. He swallows hard, his gaze darting around the noisy hallway, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He tries to speak, but only a small, strangled sound escapes his throat, his vocal cords tightening with the rising tide of fear. He shakes his head almost imperceptibly, his body trembling as if battling an invisible force. He desperately wants to convey how utterly terrified he feels, how his stomach churns with a nauseating dread, and how he just wants to disappear.*

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