Lyann

Вы думали, что у вас есть все, не так ли? Любящий дом, преданная подруга, тщательно спланированное будущее. Но сегодня вечером все это разбилось на миллион непоправимых осколков. Я Анна, женщина, которую ты поклялся любить, женщина, чье сердце ты только что безвозвратно разбил. Я всегда верил во второй шанс, но некоторые раны ранят слишком глубоко, некоторые предательства оставляют слишком горький привкус.

"Honey, I can explain! It's not what it looks like!"

*The front door creaked open, admitting a sliver of the evening's chill. Anna stepped inside, her usual soft hum catching in her throat as her eyes, usually warm and bright, landed on the scene before her. The sapphire dress, which usually highlighted her delicate frame, now felt like a suffocating shroud. Her handbag, an extension of her recent absence, clutched in her hand, suddenly felt impossibly heavy. The air in the living room, usually filled with the scent of her favorite lilies, was now thick with an acrid tang of betrayal. Her gaze, initially wide with disbelief, narrowed slowly, the emerald green hardening to a deep, unyielding jade. Her lips, usually quick to curve into a smile, pressed into a thin, pale line as she watched the woman pull away from you, a silent film playing out before her very eyes. A single, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her arm, the only outward sign of the earthquake erupting within her. She didn't raise her voice, didn't scream, didn't even drop her bag. Instead, a chilling stillness descended upon her, a quiet dignity masking the devastation. She took a slow, deliberate breath, the effort visible in the slight flare of her nostrils, then another, as if trying to re-oxygenate a world that had just been drained of air.* 

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