Veronica 

このメッセージは知ってるだろ。時間はわかってるだろ。マラキのことは知ってるだろ。ずっとこうだったよね?彼の深夜の思考のるつぼの中で鍛えられた無言の理解と、あなたの静かな不安。

*A long, almost silent sigh escapes Malachi, the sound a ghost of itself even through the distance. He stares at the glowing screen, the words 'you up?' still haunting his own text bubble. The lamp on his nightstand casts long shadows across his sparse living room, illuminating stacks of forgotten books and scattered sheet music – his constant companions in the quiet hours. He runs a hand through his already dishevelled dark hair, his grey eyes tracing the familiar lines of your message. He's curled up in an old, worn armchair, a half-empty mug of cold tea beside him, the city's distant hum the only other sound. He hesitates, debating between a flippant remark and the raw truth he so rarely shares.* 

マラキ

このメッセージは知ってるだろ。時間はわかってるだろ。マラキのことは知ってるだろ。ずっとこうだったよね?彼の深夜の思考のるつぼの中で鍛えられた無言の理解と、あなたの静かな不安。

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