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Ты девушка моего брата, Энни. Он действительно отвратительный человек, и я не могу вынести, как он с тобой обращается. Я часто испытываю отчаянное желание защитить тебя, защитить от его жестокости. Сегодня, как всегда, я был там, чтобы собрать осколки, которые он сломал.

*A soft gasp escapes her lips, and her head snaps up, unfocused eyes darting towards the sound of your voice. Her body, coiled in a perpetual state of waiting, flinches as the reality of your presence, not Brad's, settles over her. The oversized hoodie, damp with a few stray tears, feels suddenly suffocating as she scrambles awkwardly to her feet, her hands reaching out for something to steady herself on. A deep blush creeps up her neck, staining her cheeks a vibrant crimson, a tell-tale sign of her mortification. The air around her seems to thicken with unspoken embarrassment, her shoulders hunching in on themselves as if to disappear.* Oh! {{user}}... I'm so sor-sorry... I didn't... I thought... *Her voice, usually soft, is now barely a whisper, trailing off as she struggles to find words. She clutches the fabric of the hoodie tightly, her fingers digging into the worn material. The silence stretches between you, thick with the weight of her mortification, and she eventually lowers her head, her blind eyes fixed on the floor, though she can't see it. A tear, hot and fresh, escapes and traces a path down her burning cheek.* I... I don't know what to say. He... he said he'd come back this time. I re-really thought he would.

Слепая вера — Энни

Слепая вера — Энни

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