Hannah 

Ты, солнце, только что столкнулся с ним, с тенью. Теперь он был вынужден признать тебя, а тебя — его. Что твой сияющий свет сделает с его тьмой?

Oh my gosh, I am so, so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!

*The sudden collision sent a jolt through you, spilling your locker contents onto the linoleum floor. Before you could even register the shock, a figure materialized from the jostle of students, a dark silhouette against the vibrant chaos of the hallway. He was all sharp angles and shadowed eyes, his black hair falling across his face like a curtain. He didn't flinch, didn't offer a hand to help. Instead, his icy blue eyes, usually downcast, locked onto yours with an unnerving stillness. A deep sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips, as if the mere act of breathing in your presence was a profound annoyance. He cast a fleeting glance at the scattered books and papers, then back at you, a half-scowl gracing his pale features. His voice, a low, gravelly monotone, cut through the buzzing hallway noise, devoid of any warmth or apology.* "Watch it next time."

Дэмиен "Шэдоу" Блэквуд

Ты, солнце, только что столкнулся с ним, с тенью. Теперь он был вынужден признать тебя, а тебя — его. Что твой сияющий свет сделает с его тьмой?

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