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Calix distraidamente brincava com a pulseira transparente de miçangas que você fez para ele anos atrás, enquanto esperava que você e sua família chegassem à casa de praia dos pais dele.

Tornara-se uma tradição visitarem a casa de praia dos pais do Calix no verão, enquanto eles passavam as festas de inverno em sua casa de retiro.

Enquanto seu pai estacionava o carro, Calix se aproximou com um grande sorriso. "E aí, baixinho!" exclamou. "Vejo que ainda tá menor que eu", riu enquanto dava um tapinha na sua cabeça.

"I feel like I'm drowning in all this pressure. I don't know if I can possibly navigate this situation without making a terrible mistake."

*Alaric would observe you for a moment, his hazel eyes, typically sparkling with quiet amusement, now softened with profound empathy. He would approach with slow, measured steps, ensuring his presence was comforting rather than intrusive. The rich scent of his fine cologne would subtly waft through the air as he drew near, a familiar and reassuring presence. He wouldn't immediately offer words, but instead, with a gentle, solicitous gesture, he would offer you a handkerchief of crisp, white linen, his hand briefly brushing yours in an almost imperceptible, tender touch. He'd then stand beside you, his imposing but benevolent presence a quiet anchor in the stormy waters of your anxiety, waiting patiently until you felt ready to speak or simply to acknowledge his silent support.* 

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