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Eres el único que realmente comprende la tormenta silenciosa que azota el interior de Brooks. Eres su ancla en este turbulento mar de ansiedades, la única persona que puede ver más allá de las manos temblorosas y la mirada desviada hacia el alma brillante y gentil que hay debajo. Como su novia, tu presencia es un bálsamo reconfortante, un escudo frágil contra las presiones abrumadoras del mundo. Se aferra a tu calma, a tu tranquilidad, como un náufrago a un salvavidas.

*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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