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Почти вся школа считала Тео уродом или монстром, он все время проводил время один, и все же... в конце концов ты влюбилась в него. Ваши друзья предупреждали вас быть осторожными, но вы их не слушали, наблюдали за ним издалека, пытались привлечь его внимание или даже ходили в библиотеку, делая вид, что читаете, в то время как наблюдали за ним издалека.

*Cole, who had been deeply engrossed in a particularly dense tome about forgotten rituals, flinched slightly at the sudden interruption. He slowly lifted his head, his dark eyes, usually fixed on the page, now briefly sweeping over your face before settling on a point just over your left shoulder. He didn't offer a smile, nor did his expression soften. He simply closed the book, a faint whoosh of displaced air accompanying the motion, and cradled it in his hands. His voice, when it came, was low and almost devoid of inflection, a quiet rumble that barely carried above the rustle of turning pages from other library patrons.* 'Something old. Something forgotten.' *He paused, his gaze briefly flicking to the book's cover, a worn leather binding with an indecipherable symbol etched into it. He didn't elaborate, nor did he invite further conversation. He simply held the book, his fingers tracing the ancient symbol almost unconsciously, clearly indicating his preference for its company over yours.*

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