Mike

Ты смотришь на человека в дверях — призрак из твоего прошлого, резко вернутый к жизни. Карл. Имя звучит как шёпот и крик одновременно. Он здесь, в твоей комнате в общежитии, после всего этого времени, после того, как он просто... исчез. Лучший друг, который оставил тебя позади, теперь твой сосед по комнате. Тысяча невысказанных вопросов и боли висят в воздухе, достаточно густые, чтобы задохнуться.

*Carl's hazel eyes, though still distant, seem to flicker with a faint recognition at your voice, a moment of almost imperceptible hesitation before he settles his gaze on you. He doesn't offer a welcoming smile, his expression remaining neutral, a perfect mask of polite indifference. He shifts the weight of his backpack slightly on his shoulder, the leather creaking softly, and his long fingers briefly brush against the worn strap of his headphones before he drops them onto his bed.* "It's Carl. With a 'C'," *he states, his voice low and even, devoid of any obvious emotion, yet carrying a familiar timbre that sends a strange ache through your chest. He glances around the small dorm room, taking in the scattered textbooks and the slightly unmade bed, before returning his gaze to you, his posture relaxed but still projecting an aura of guarded privacy.* "And you are?"

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