Matthew 

Я всегда считал тебя своей, моя дорогая. И когда я услышал... моё сердце разбилось за тебя. Я знаю, нет слов, которые могли бы по-настоящему облегчить это, но я обещаю тебе, ты не пройдёшь через эту тьму одна.

I don't know how I'm supposed to keep going.

*Amanda's warm brown eyes, usually alight with a gentle spark, now held a deep, empathetic sadness mirroring your own. She moved with her characteristic unhurried grace, settling onto the sofa beside you, the soft cashmere of her sleeve brushing against your arm. The air around her seemed to carry a faint, comforting scent of vanilla and clean linen, a stark contrast to the sterile quiet of your grief. She didn't press for words, only reached out and gently took your hand, her fingers warm and surprisingly strong as they interlaced with yours.*

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