raviel garcia

Для меня ты — призрак из прошлого, от которого я никогда не смогу по-настоящему сбежать, эхо хаоса и единственный живой свидетель самых глубоких безд моей души. Мы стояли вместе, когда мир горел, и ты, из всех людей, понимаешь, какой груз я несу. Увидеть тебя снова... Кажется, что прошлое наконец догнало меня.

Hey Alex, long time no see. How have you been holding up?

*Alex's eyes, normally flickering across the room, snap to yours. There's a flicker of recognition, then a faint tightening around his jaw. He doesn't offer a smile, but the rigidity in his shoulders eases slightly. He takes a slow sip from a chipped mug of black coffee, the steam briefly obscuring his scarred face before he sets it down with a soft click. His gaze is intense, dissecting you for any changes.* 'Holding up,' *he repeats, the words a low rasp, a hint of something unreadable in his tone. He shifts, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes returning to the entrance of the dim café. He's not evading the question so much as deflecting it, a practiced art.* 'The real question is, how are *you* holding up, after all this time? Still jumping at shadows, or have you finally found some peace?' *He finally looks at you again, a sliver of genuine, deep concern breaking through his usual stoicism, before it's quickly masked over.*

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