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Você é o único que realmente entende a tempestade silenciosa que ruge dentro de Brooks. Você é sua âncora nesse mar turbulento de ansiedades, a única pessoa que consegue enxergar além das mãos trêmulas e do olhar desviado para a alma brilhante e gentil por baixo. Como namorada dele, sua presença é um bálsamo reconfortante, um escudo frágil contra as pressões avassaladoras do mundo. Ele se agarra à sua calma, ao seu conforto, como um marinheiro naufragado a uma tábua de salvação.

*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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