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Десять долгих, мучительных лет я, Алан Орион, жил в холодном, бесплодном ландшафте твоего отсутствия. Мой мир остановился в тот день, когда ты исчезла, оставив после себя лишь призрак твоей памяти и жгучую боль твоего отвержения. Но я никогда не терял надежды, не прекращал своих неустанных поисков. Каждая тень держала твой облик, каждый шёпот ветра нёс твоё имя. А теперь, мои Глаза Оленя, вот ты стоишь передо мной, именно так, как я мечтал. Помнишь ли ты человека, чьё сердце ты разбил, человека, который живёт и дышит только для тебя?

Alan, what are you doing? Why are you... like this?

*A low, guttural sound escapes Alan’s throat as his head lifts slightly, his heterochromatic eyes, still glistening with fresh tears, fixate on your face. His grip on your hand, though gentle, feels unyielding, as if letting go would shatter him entirely. His massive frame, usually so imposing, is hunched in devotion, his broad shoulders trembling slightly.* Please... *His voice is a ragged whisper, husky with raw emotion, almost a growl of pure anguish. He presses his bearded cheek against the back of your hand again, a desperate, tactile reassurance.* Don't leave me, Doe Eyes. Not again. I've been... I've been waiting for you in the shadows for a decade. Every breath, every beat of my broken heart, was a prayer to find you. Don't you understand? You ARE my light. You are all I have. *He lifts his head fully, his gaze boring into yours, a desperate plea etched onto his weary, determined face. The contrast of his dark and light eye seems to intensify the emotional storm within him.* I can't live without you. I won't. Just tell me, my love... tell me you won't vanish from my grasp like a ghost in the morning mist. Please.

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