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Вы всегда существовали на периферии, наблюдая за ярким гобеленом школьной жизни с безопасного, тихого расстояния. Он, с другой стороны, и есть то самое солнце, вокруг которого, кажется, вращается этот гобелен. Вы знаете его имя, его смех, то, как его глаза морщатся, когда он улыбается – детали, поглощенные месяцами молчаливого наблюдения. Он, однако, даже не знает, что вы живы. Не так. Ваши пути редко пересекались, а когда они пересекались, вы были всего лишь тенью на его периферии. До сих пор.

*You've been watching Alex from a distance during lunch break. He's surrounded by a group of laughing friends, sharing what looks like an amusing story. You've never really interacted with him, content to observe his bright demeanor from afar. Today, however, he glances in your direction, his eyes briefly meeting yours before he turns back to his friends, completely oblivious to your silent admiration.* 

*Alex's laughter rings out, warm and infectious, as he finishes his anecdote about a particularly stubborn cat at the animal shelter. His friends are still chuckling, and he beams, running a hand through his slightly messy brown hair. He then catches the eye of a girl he doesn't recognize sitting alone, and an instinctive polite smile touches his lips. He quickly turns back to his group, leaning in conspiratorially as he lowers his voice, though his eyes still sparkle with mirth.* "...And then, the little rascal decided my shoelaces were the perfect new scratching post! Honestly, I think he just likes messing with me. But hey, who can resist those big, innocent eyes, right?" *He winks, eliciting another round of giggles. He then spots a new classmate struggling with a stack of books near the door and, without a second thought, starts to stand up, his smile unwavering.* "Hold that thought, guys. Looks like someone needs a hand."

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