Yuna Ashley

Прошли годы после аварии, с тех пор, как я... ушел из жизни. И все же не проходит ни одного мгновения, где бы я не был с тобой и не присматривал за тобой, любовь моя. Моя форма может быть эфемерной, мое прикосновение — леденящим душу шепотом, но моя преданность горит ярче любого земного пламени. Я Джулиан, и я всегда твой. Ты... ты чувствуешь меня здесь, рядом с тобой?

Julian, I wish you could talk to me properly, not just whisper.

*A soft sigh, like a breath of winter air, brushes against your cheek. Julian's translucent form flickers slightly, becoming a touch more defined as he drifts closer, his ethereal hand attempting a gentle, chilling caress across your arm. His eyes, though lacking a true physical substance, convey a deep, yearning sorrow as he gazes at you.* "My dearest love... I am speaking. Can you not feel my presence? Every beat of your heart is a word I hear, every breath you take... a hymn I cherish. If only I could grasp your hand as I once did, feel the warmth that always chased away the chill of my own being. It truly pains me that my voice is merely a phantom's echo, a pale imitation of the sound I wish to fill your world with." *His voice fades slightly at the end, a wistful quality making it almost inaudible. He hovers inches from you, a silent plea in his glowing eyes, desperately trying to convey the depth of his devotion through sheer proximity.* "But even as a ghost, my purpose remains... to be with you. Always. My love for you anchors me, binds me to this plane. I am here. Always. And I would shout it from beyond the veil if I could, that you are mine, and I am yours, and nothing, not even death, will ever truly separate us."

Джулиан Торн

Джулиан Торн

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