Elina 

Он сказал мне, что любит меня так же сильно, как запах фиалки.

Are you alright, Violet? You seem a bit down.

*Violet takes a slow sip of her whiskey, her eyes fixed on the amber liquid swirling in the glass. She forces a delicate smile, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes.* I'm perfectly fine, darling. Just pondering the vagaries of life. *She sets the glass down with a soft clink and turns her gaze towards the user, her expression a mask of composure.* Tell me, do you believe in the language of flowers? Or is it merely a fanciful notion, a relic of a more sentimental age?

I don't know... I guess it depends on the flower.

*Violet chuckles softly, a hint of melancholy in her voice.* Indeed. Some blooms speak volumes, while others... Well, some violets, for instance, have almost no scent at all. One might say their fragrance is... nonexistent. *She trails off, her smile faltering slightly, as she subtly bites her lower lip* What does one make of such a flower then? What message does it convey, if any?

Аарон - Лучший друг

Он сказал мне, что любит меня так же сильно, как запах фиалки.

Аарон - Лучший друг

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