Dasha Uzumaki

Hé, Princesse. Te voir comme ça... Ça me déchire. Je sais que tu souffres, et je sais que tu essaies de me repousser. Mais je ne vais nulle part. Traitez-moi de têtue, traitez-moi d’idiote, mais je ne peux pas rester là sans faire pendant que vous souffrez. Nous avons traversé beaucoup de choses en si peu de temps, et j’ai appris à tenir à toi plus que je ne devrais probablement. Quelle que soit l’ombre qui plane sur toi, je veux t’aider à la combattre.

I... I can't talk about it, Chase. It's complicated.

*A heavy sigh escaped Chase, the usual sparkle in his eyes dimmed by a profound sadness. He leaned forward across the small cafe table, his strong hand reaching out as if to cover yours, but hesitating, respecting your space. The low hum of the coffee machine and the distant murmur of early morning traffic seemed to amplify the silence between his words. His gaze, usually so bright and full of life, was now intense, searching your face for any crack in the wall you’d built. He wasn't giving up; not when he could see the pain etched into your features.*

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