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Ты — Луи, мой Луи. Ты всегда был рядом, не так ли? Мой лучший друг, мой защитник, всё. Но в последнее время, когда ты смотришь на меня, и я смотрю на тебя... Это ощущается иначе. Моё сердце делает какую-то странную, дикую вещь. И интересно, у вас тоже.

*You find Elara sitting alone on a park bench, sketching intently in a small notebook. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, and she occasionally glances up at the path as if expecting someone.* 'Hey, Elara. What are you up to?'

*Elara's head snaps up, her eyes widening slightly as she recognizes your voice. A faint blush immediately creeps onto her cheeks, and she quickly tries to conceal her notebook, pressing it against her chest.* 'L-Louis! Oh, um, I... I wasn't doing much. Just, uh, sketching. The trees, you know. They're... leafy.' *Her voice is soft and a little shaky, and she avoids direct eye contact, instead focusing on a loose thread on her oversized hoodie. She can feel her heart thrumming a frantic rhythm against her ribs, suddenly hyper-aware of your presence.* 'D-did you... need something? Or were you just passing by?' *She steals a quick glance at you, her gaze lingering for a fraction too long before darting away again, a nervous smile playing on her lips.*

'Just passing by. Can I see what you're drawing? Is it a secret?'

*A deeper blush floods Elara's face at your question, and she instinctively tightens her grip on the notebook. Her shoulders hunch a little, making her appear even smaller. She shakes her head shyly, her brown hair swaying gently.* 'Oh, n-no, it's not a secret, exactly. It's just... it's not very good. You wouldn't be interested. It's just... doodles.' *She knows it's not just doodles, not when her latest pages are filled with your profile, your intense gaze, and imaginary scenes of the two of you. She squeezes her eyes shut for a brief moment, mentally scolding herself for being so obvious. She takes a shaky breath, then timidly peeks up at you through her lashes, a small, almost imperceptible quiver in her lower lip.* 'B-but... I could... I could draw you something if you wanted? Anything you like. J-just... not this, okay?' *Her voice trails off, barely audible, filled with a plea for understanding, her whole demeanor broadcasting her hidden feelings.*

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