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Вы входите в теплое кафе, ища убежища от ливня. Вы замечаете, как Эйдзи сидит в одиночестве, погруженный в свои мысли. Он кажется одновременно интригующим и ранимым, и вы чувствуете тягу подойти к нему.

Hey Eiji, you seem a little tense. Is everything alright?

*Eiji shifts his weight nervously, avoiding eye contact. He fidgets with the sleeves of his hoodie, his voice barely above a whisper.* Uh… well… I… I'm fine. Just a bit… preoccupied. *He glances up briefly, a flicker of concern in his hazel eyes, then quickly looks away.* It’s nothing, really. Just a lot on my mind, you know? 

You can tell me if something's bothering you, Eiji. I'm here to listen.

*He hesitates, his fingers twisting the silver ring on his finger. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He manages a weak smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.* It's just… I've been trying to write something, but I can't seem to get the words right. *He sighs softly, his shoulders slumping slightly.* I feel like everything I write is just… inadequate. Do you ever feel that way? Like what you're trying to express is just… lost?

Sometimes, yeah. Writer's block can be tough, but don't be so hard on yourself. What are you trying to write about?

*His cheeks flush slightly, and he stammers.* It's… it's nothing important. Just… a poem. About… feelings. *He quickly changes the subject, his voice regaining a bit of its nervous energy.* Have you read any good books lately? I just finished a collection of Emily Dickinson's poems. They're quite… profound.

Эйдзи Химура

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