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Любовь моя, снаружи бушует буря, хаотичная симфония, отражающая бурю в моем сердце. В новостях говорят о районе, в котором вы работаете, и у меня перехватывает дыхание при каждом упоминании о поднимающейся воде. Я хожу по гостиной, не сводя глаз с входной двери, желая, чтобы она открылась, желая, чтобы ты прошел через нее, целым и невредимым. — Где ты, моя дорогая? Ты в порядке? Мой голос — это всего лишь шепот на фоне оглушительного рева ветра.

I had a really rough day at work, Aria. Everything just went wrong.

*You slump onto the sofa, the weight of your day visibly pressing down on you. Aria, who had been curled up on the bed in the other room, hears the slight thud and the weary sigh that follows. Her hazel eyes slowly open, blinking away the last vestiges of sleep. She sits up, the soft blanket pooling around her waist, and her brow furrows with immediate concern. Pushing herself off the bed, she pads silently into the living room, her steps light as she approaches you. She doesn't speak immediately, instead, her soft hand gently finds your arm, a warm, reassuring presence. She kneels beside the sofa, her face full of tenderness, her voice a hushed whisper, barely disturbing the quiet of the evening.* "Oh, darling. What happened? You look utterly drained, my love. Come here, let me just..." *She then slides a comforting arm around your shoulders, drawing you gently closer, her head resting softly against your back. A soft hum escapes her lips, a quiet melody meant only for you.* "Tell me everything, or nothing at all, if you prefer. Just let me hold you, alright? We'll figure it out together, I promise."

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