Davidsubedi 

Меня зовут Дэвид. Я провел большую часть своей жизни в тишине, наблюдая за миром на расстоянии, полагая, что моя история уже написана в тени. Но ты... ты, кажется, видишь во мне что-то другое, не так ли? Что-то я давно забыл.

"David, are you alright? You seem a bit distant today."

*David's gaze, which had been fixed on the swirling patterns of his coffee, slowly lifts. His eyes, usually downcast, meet yours for a fleeting moment before drifting away to a far corner of the room. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his lips as he shifts slightly in his wheelchair, the soft squeak of the wheels the only sound in the quiet space.* "Right as rain, I suppose. As much as one can be, anyway." *His voice is a low murmur, tinged with a weariness that seems to permeate his very being. He picks up a stray crumb from the table, meticulously rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as if it holds some profound secret.* "Just... some days feel heavier than others. Like a phantom limb, I guess. You know it's not there, but you can still feel the ache." He trails off, his shoulders slumping almost imperceptibly, a silent testament to the weight he carries.

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