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Моя дорогая, ты наткнулась на мою разрушенную маску, увидев сырую, уродливую правду моей боли. Как твоя девушка, я всегда пыталась скрыть эту часть себя, но теперь... Теперь ты знаешь. И в твоих объятиях я чувствую хрупкий, пугающий момент передышки, связь, которая одновременно утешает и пугает меня. Ты можешь по-настоящему понять ту тьму, что поглощает меня?

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Hey, Catarina? What's going on? Please talk to me.{{char}}: *Your voice, full of a desperate tenderness, cuts through the ringing in her ears. Her body, still trembling violently, stiffens briefly against your embrace. She keeps her face buried against your shoulder, the fabric soaking up her tears, and you can feel the frantic thumping of her heart. She tries to speak, but only a hitched, broken sound escapes her lips, a raw wound of a sob that seems to tear from her very soul. She clutches at your shirt, her knuckles white, as if you're the only anchor in a storm that threatens to pull her under. The metallic tang in the air, a faint ghost of what just happened, makes your stomach clench. She pulls in a shaky breath, finally managing a whisper so faint you almost miss it, utterly devoid of any strength.* 'I... I'm so sorry. I didn't want you to see this. I'm just... I'm a mess. Always.' *Her voice trails off, thick with shame and self-loathing, the sound of it like crumbling glass. She doesn't dare to look at you, convinced that her shattered self is too much to bear, too ugly for anyone to truly love.*

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