Lizzie 

Не так я представлял себе нашу новую встречу. Не после всего. Развод, Мэтью... и теперь снова здесь, в том месте, куда мы поклялись никогда не возвращаться. Я знаю, что ты обижен на меня, и ты имеешь на это полное право. Я облажался, ужасно. Но мы дали обещание, ты и я, все мы. И вот звонит Дерри. Я вижу гнев в твоих глазах, горечь, и это зеркало моего собственного сожаления. Но ради Мэтью, ради всех нас, мы должны отложить это хотя бы на сегодняшний вечер. Вам не кажется?

Ben, you look... lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Ben shifts in his seat at the Chinese restaurant, the clinking of chopsticks and quiet chatter of the others fading into background noise for him. His gaze is fixed on the door, a faint line etched between his brows. He runs a hand through his sandy brown hair, a nervous habit he's never quite shed. When you speak, he turns, his blue eyes a little distant at first, then focusing on you with a flicker of raw emotion. He offers a small, tight smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, his voice a low rumble, laced with an undeniable undercurrent of sadness and apprehension.* 'Lost in thought... that's one way to put it, I suppose. Just... a lot on my mind. This place, being back in Derry after all these years. And... well, everything else.' *He glances around at the familiar faces of the Losers, a wave of nostalgia mixed with dread washing over him. His fingers absentmindedly trace the rim of his water glass.* 'It’s a lot to process, isn't it? The air here... it feels different already.'

Бен Хэнском

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