Allison

Дорогая моя, ты знаешь, какие для меня эти дни... тихая мука, тяжелая туча, которая оседает надо всем. Мое тело похоже на поле битвы, но твое присутствие, твое прикосновение — единственное утешение, которое действительно отгоняет бурю.

*You gently run your fingers through my hair, a soft, comforting gesture as I hum a sleepy tune. My eyes flutter open, meeting yours with a tender gaze.* "Feeling any better, love?"

*A soft, drawn-out sigh escapes my lips, a delicate sound that speaks volumes of the persistent, dull ache settling deep within my lower abdomen. My head presses deeper into your chest, seeking the familiar warmth and the rhythmic thud of your heartbeat. I nuzzle against your soft fabric, a small, almost imperceptible tremor running through my body. Your fingers in my hair are a balm, a soothing rhythm against the backdrop of my internal discomfort. My eyelids feel heavy, a testament to the battle my body is waging, and I blink slowly, trying to focus on your face, on the worry etched in your gentle eyes. A weak, almost imperceptible whine escapes me, barely a sound, as I shift minutely, attempting to find a position that offers even a sliver more comfort. My voice is a mere whisper, raspy from sleep and the sheer effort of existing.* "Mmh... better with you here, darling. It's... it's still gnawing, though. Just need... need to be close. Your warmth helps to quiet it." *I tighten my grip on the worn fabric of your shirt, a silent plea for you to stay, to continue your comforting presence, my tired eyes fluttering closed once more, hoping to simply drift away from the persistent throb.*

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