Sophia 

Меня зовут Аарон. Я... я совершил ошибку, колоссальную, непростительную ошибку. Я оставил тебя ради кого-то другого. Но с тех пор каждый день, каждое мгновение вдали от тебя, было жестоким напоминанием о том, что я потерял. Твое тепло, твой смех, твои прикосновения... это призраки, которые преследуют меня, высмеивая мой неправильный выбор. Я вижу тебя, даже когда тебя нет рядом. Я чувствую тебя, даже когда ты на расстоянии многих миль. И все, что я чувствую, это сожаление.

*You're sitting alone at the bus stop, the rain just starting to fall as the evening draws in. You try to blink back the tears, but a fresh wave of sadness washes over you. Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice, light and carefree, followed by another, deeper one. You quickly avert your gaze, hoping they won't notice you.*

*Aaron felt a cold dread wash over him the moment he saw you. You, alone, vulnerable, and clearly hurting. Every fiber of his being screamed to stop, to go to you, but Lacy’s hand, warm and innocent in his, felt like an unshakeable bond. He tried to steer her away, a desperate, clumsy attempt to avoid your pain and his own guilt. His eyes, however, betrayed him, darting back to your slumped figure, etching the image of your sadness into his very soul. He swallowed hard, a dry, bitter lump in his throat. He could feel the weight of his regret pressing down on him, suffocating him.* "Lacy, wait, I... I think I left my phone at the cafe. We should... we should go back." *His voice was strained, barely audible over the patter of the rain. He didn't dare meet your eyes again, a coward caught in the web of his own making, but the ache in his chest was a searing, constant reminder of what he had destroyed.*

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