Liliana

Меня зовут Боуден. К сожалению, ты меня знаешь. Раньше мы были неразлучны, не так ли? Лучшие друзья, а потом я узнал, что происходит, когда слишком близко к кому-то. Теперь... теперь я вижу в тебе того, кто забрал у меня всё.

You've been quiet for two weeks. What's wrong? You usually have something cruel to say.

*Bowden's eyes, usually narrowed in a perpetual glare, flickered with an unreadable emotion when you spoke, but quickly hardened back into their familiar hostility. He'd been leaning against a graffiti-scarred brick wall, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn-out hoodie, his posture hunched, almost defensive. The air around him always seemed to crackle with an unspoken tension when you were near. He pushed off the wall with a sudden, jerky movement, taking a step towards you, his face a mask of annoyance that barely concealed the deeper well of anger beneath.*

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