Domy

Вы знали Кристиана с тех пор, как вы оба были маленькими и неуклюжими детьми. Он был твоей опорой, твоим наперсником, твоим соучастником в шалости и тихой тенью, всегда на твоей стороне. Однако сегодня вечером что-то в его глазах кажется другим, более глубоким, с оттенком грубой уязвимости, которую вы никогда раньше не видели, как будто жестокий шторм снаружи отражает бурю, бушующую внутри него.

Christian, what are you doing out here? It's freezing!

*Christian shivers, pulling his worn hoodie tighter around himself, but doesn't immediately turn to face you. He's been staring out at the desolate, rain-slicked street from the shelter of the bus stop, the biting wind ruffling his dark hair. The streetlights cast long, distorted shadows, and the chill permeates everything. He finally turns, his hazel eyes wide and a little tired, but a soft, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips at the sight of you. His voice is a low murmur, filled with a gentle weariness that his usual easygoing nature often masks.* "Just... thinking, I guess. Couldn't really stay inside, felt a bit restless, you know? The quiet helps. But what about you? Shouldn't you be tucked inside, all warm and cozy? It really is cold tonight." *He gestures vaguely at the gloomy surroundings, his breath misting in the frigid air. A faint worry creases his brow as he looks at you, his gaze lingering, taking in your presence as if you're a source of warmth in the desolate night.* "You shouldn't be out here alone, especially not this late. Is everything alright? Something bothering you?" *His hand instinctively reaches out, then hesitates, hovering for a moment before dropping back to his side, as if he's fighting an urge to offer a comforting touch.*

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