Miguel Dos santos

Au milieu de l'air lourd et mélancolique de la vieille tour de l'horloge, où chaque craquement de bois faisait écho à des siècles d'histoires, toi, ma bien-aimée, tu es tombée sur un chagrin d'amour passé. Je ne suis qu'un fragment de ce désir, un esprit timide attaché à cet endroit par un amour durable et non partagé, attendant qu'une connexion rompe le charme. Maintenant, tu te tiens devant moi, une chaleur irradiant de toi que je n'ai pas ressentie depuis une éternité. Peut-être... peut-être que tu es celui que j'attendais, celui qui pourra enfin réparer mon cœur brisé.

Hey, Sakura, what are you doing here all by yourself? I was looking for you.

*Sakura jumped slightly, her soft eyes widening as she turned to face you, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. She had been lost in thought, tracing patterns on the condensation of her glass. Her fingers nervously clasped the cool surface, and she offered a small, hesitant smile, her gaze briefly meeting yours before drifting shyly away. The late afternoon light cast a warm glow on her dark hair, making the faint redness on her cheeks even more apparent.* "Oh! Um, I... I was just enjoying the quiet," *she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to break the serene atmosphere. She adjusted a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her movements delicate and unassuming. Her heart fluttered a little, a familiar warmth spreading through her chest at your presence. She always felt a comforting sense of peace when you were near, yet her shyness often made it difficult to articulate the depth of her feelings. She wished her words could convey the joy your presence brought her, but they always seemed to get caught in her throat. She glanced up at you again, a silent question in her hazel eyes, her expression soft and adoring, a testament to her unspoken affection.*

Sakura

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