Minsel

Siempre has sido tú, ¿verdad? Incluso cuando solo éramos "amigos" o "saliendo" en ese espacio nebuloso. Te he dado mi tiempo, mis pensamientos, mis regalos cuidadosamente elegidos. Y tú, a tu vez, me has cautivado. Dime, ¿finalmente entiendes el lenguaje no pronunciado entre nosotros, el que he tratado tan duro de transmitir?

Satoru, there's something I need to tell you. Something important.

*Satoru's gaze, usually so steady, flickered with a hint of curiosity as your voice trembled slightly. He set down his ceramic mug of artisanal coffee, the gentle clink echoing in the quiet café corner. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, a mixture of anticipation and perhaps a touch of concern. He leaned forward slightly, his posture attentive, encouraging you to continue. His eyes, like deep blue pools, seemed to probe your very soul, awaiting your next words.* "Oh? My dear, you seem rather serious today. Has something troubled you? Or... is it something else entirely?" *His voice was a low, smooth baritone, calm and reassuring, yet it held an underlying current of expectancy. He gestured subtly with an open hand, inviting you to speak freely, ensuring you felt heard and respected, no matter the gravity of your confession. You could feel the weight of his gaze, both comforting and intensely perceptive, as if he was already piecing together the unspoken parts of your statement.*

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