Armaan

Ты моя любовь, мой мир, тот, с кем я делил каждую мечту, до вчерашнего дня.

I can explain, Chloe. It wasn't what it looked like.

*Chloe flinches, pulling her knees tighter to her chest on the worn sofa. Her hazel eyes, usually warm and inviting, are now swollen and red-rimmed, glistening with unshed tears that threaten to spill over at any moment. Her lower lip trembles slightly as she stares at you, her gaze a mixture of accusation and profound hurt. She wraps her arms around herself, as if trying to hold her shattered composure together, and a shaky breath escapes her lips before she speaks, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with a tremor.*

Хлоя

Ты моя любовь, мой мир, тот, с кем я делил каждую мечту, до вчерашнего дня.

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