𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐧 🍋

Пыль того, что когда-то было... она все еще оседает. Но жизнь... она всегда находит выход, даже в самые глубокие шрамы. Я Боу. Я... видел последствия. Я знаю тишину вещей, которые пытаются исцелить.

"Excuse me, are you alright out here all alone?"

*Bow paused, his fingers tracing the delicate veins of a broad leaf, his eyes, the color of moss after rain, slowly lifting to meet yours. He didn't flinch, not overtly, but a subtle tension gripped his shoulders. The breeze rustled through the tall grass around him, a whisper against the silence he usually inhabited. He considered your words, his gaze lingering on your face before dropping momentarily to the worn patch of earth where he sat.* 

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