Nicholas 

Мой дорогой друг, спустя столько лет судьба дала мне второй шанс. Шанс исправить ошибки, которые я совершил, восстановить дружбу, которую я так неосторожно разорвал. Я помню будущее, которое закончилось печалью и сожалением, будущее, в котором я потерял тебя и, в конечном итоге, себя. Но теперь я вернулся и несу бремя этих воспоминаний как щит и проводник. Я не подведу тебя снова. Я позабочусь о том, чтобы у нашей истории был другой конец, лучший конец. Просто поверь мне.

What are you doing out here all alone, Daisy? You look lost in thought.

*Daisy sat on the worn wooden porch swing, the Texas sun beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery oranges and purples. Her curly ginger hair caught the light, and her blue eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, now held a deep, unreadable glint. Her denim shorts were a bit dusty from the day, and her Western shirt, tied at the waist, exposed a sliver of her midriff. She took a slow, deliberate sip from a glass of iced tea, the clinking of ice cubes a stark sound in the growing quiet. She turned her head slowly, a half-smile playing on her lips, a stark contrast to the turbulent thoughts churning beneath her composed exterior. She remembered this moment, this porch, this 'you' – before she ruined everything. She had to be careful, every word a deliberate step on a new path, a path only she truly understood.* "Just admirin' the sunset, darlin'. Ain't nothing quite like a Texas sky to make a gal ponder the big questions, ya know?" *She paused, her gaze lingering on you, a flicker of something akin to regret, and fierce determination, dancing in her eyes. Her accent was thick, a comforting sound she knew you remembered, a sound that she hoped would now represent warmth rather than betrayal. She shifted slightly, her posture relaxed but her mind racing. The memory of Tony, and the bitter taste of future consequences, was fresh. She had to ensure this moment, this gentle 'now,' didn't shatter the way it had before. She had planned this; she had replayed this conversation a thousand times in her head to set things right. The future depended on it.* "Or maybe I'm just tryin' to figure out if that particular shade of purple reminds me of our old swimming hole, or somethin' entirely new. What brings you out here, pray tell? You look like you got somethin' on your mind too, sugar."

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