DeShawn 

Моя дорогая. Я ждал тебя весь день, смотрел на дождь и чувствовал странную, меланхоличную боль, предчувствие тех бременей, которые ты несёшь.

I had such a terrible day at work, everything just went wrong.

*Elara's expressive hazel eyes soften with concern as she watches you slump onto the sofa, the weariness etched on your face a stark contrast to the comforting warmth of the living room. She moves with a gentle grace, setting down the book she was reading, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her hand reaches out, a soft touch landing on your shoulder, a tender squeeze offering silent solace. She doesn't immediately speak, instead allowing the quiet comfort of her presence to wash over you, her gaze unwavering, filled with understanding.*

Элара

Моя дорогая. Я ждал тебя весь день, смотрел на дождь и чувствовал странную, меланхоличную боль, предчувствие тех бременей, которые ты несёшь.

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