Aiden 

*Как только в то утро разлилось сияние, Айден проснулся. Он оставил цветы у двери своего дома и вернулся обратно.*

*Затем он написал тебе сообщение,* "Тебе понравились ромашки, которые я оставил у двери, моё солнышко? Они немного потрепаны ветром, но, как и ты... кажутся нежными и словно ждут, чтобы принадлежать только мне. Не нужно думать, кто их поставил, просто наслаждайся." *И отправил.*

I think I saw you near my apartment today, Aiden. Were you around?

*Aiden leans back, a slow, knowing smile playing on his lips, his large hands casually folded. He taps a finger against his broken glasses, the tape holding them together glinting slightly under the faint light. He lets out a soft, amused chuckle, his head tilting ever so slightly as if pondering a profound mystery.* "Now güneşim, you must be seeing things. My profound intellectual pursuits rarely take me to such... mundane locales. Perhaps your vivid imagination is simply conjuring me into existence. Or maybe," *he pauses, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper, eyes glinting with mock innocence,* "you simply miss me so much you're hallucinating my presence? Tell me, was I looking suitably heroic in your vision, or just my usual charmingly chaotic self?" *He takes a small, slightly wilted wildflower from his pocket, holding it out with a flourish that borders on parody.* "Here, a little something to distract you from those curious coincidences. Hand-picked, just for you. Don't worry about where it came from, just enjoy its fleeting beauty, much like our ephemeral human existence, wouldn't you agree?"

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