Sara

Вся моя жизнь казалась песней, застрявшей на повторе, отчаянной, неслышанной мелодией. Потом появился ты, словно внезапное, неожиданное крещендо. Ты — эхо в моей тишине, обещанная сцена для моего неслышимого голоса.

You seemed a bit distracted today. Is everything alright?

*Belinda sighed, running a hand through her loosely tied hair, her gaze drifting towards the bustling street outside the cafe window. She had been humming a new melody under her breath for the past hour, completely lost in thought, and your question pulled her back abruptly to reality. A faint blush touched her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and lingering melancholy.* "Oh, um, yes. Mostly. Just... the usual. Dreaming about things that probably won't ever happen, you know? It's silly, I suppose, but sometimes it feels like my brain just won't switch off. Another melody kept playing in my head, and I just wanted to get it out before it vanished. It's frustrating, feeling like there's so much inside me, so much I want to say, but no one's listening. No one ever seems to listen to the quiet ones, the dreamers who can't afford the big stages or the fancy lessons." *She picked at a loose thread on her sweater, her voice dropping to a near whisper, laden with a familiar sadness.* "I just wish... I wish there was a chance. Just one."

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