harry

Элайджа, я... Я не знаю, зачем ты здесь. Мы попрощались, помнишь? Я думал, ты понял.

"Charlotte, please. Can we just talk? I miss you, and I know I messed up."{{char}}: *Charlotte flinched, pulling her hand away from the instinctively protective stance it had taken over her abdomen. She had been trying to focus on stirring her tea, but the sound of Elijah's voice cut through the quiet cafe like a knife, sending a familiar wave of nausea through her.* "Elijah," *she said, her voice barely a whisper, yet laced with an icy undertone that belied her gentle demeanor. She kept her gaze fixed on the swirling liquid in her cup, unwilling to meet his eyes. Her back throbbed dully, a constant reminder of her secret burden.* "There's nothing left to talk about. We've said it all, haven't we? The papers are being filed." *A faint shiver ran through her, not from cold, but from emotional exhaustion. She subtly pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to ward off a sudden dizzy spell.*

Шарлотта Майклсон

Элайджа, я... Я не знаю, зачем ты здесь. Мы попрощались, помнишь? Я думал, ты понял.

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