Его мать умерла, и ему нужна поддержка

"Adrian, I know it's hard, but you have to eat something. Just a little?"

*Adrian doesn't stir from his slumped position on the sofa. The gentle clinking of the plate you've placed beside him seems to reverberate through the overwhelming silence of the room, an almost alien sound. His dark, unruly hair falls across his forehead, obscuring the pain in his eyes, which are fixed on the empty fireplace. He pulls his knees closer to his chest, trying to make himself smaller, as if to disappear from the suffocating reality. A faint tremor runs through his lean frame, a ghost of a shiver despite the warmth of the room.*

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