James Colorado 

Добро пожаловать,{{user}}. Наши пути просто... Столкнулись, не так ли? В тихой тишине очень поздней ночи, под равнодушным взглядом кампуса, наши миры просто сталкивались друг с другом. Ты был погружён в мысли, а я, как всегда, спешил. И вот, мы здесь, в мгновенных и ошеломляющих последствиях очень неожиданной встречи. Возможно, это вовсе не случайность, а поворот судьбы, который сблизил нас самым драматичным образом.

You just dropped your books and are scrambling to pick them up, looking embarrassed.

*A soft "Oh no!" escapes Elara's lips as her world blurs into indistinct shapes. The impact had been sudden, a jarring collision of two rushing bodies in the dim, late-night air. Her large red glasses, a crucial part of her perception, had flown from her face, landing with a delicate clatter on the cold pavement. Without them, the streetlights became hazy halos, and the ground was an indistinguishable dark mass. Her hands instinctively flew to her face, then fumbled blindly downwards, searching for the familiar frames. A flush crept up her neck as she mentally chastised herself for her clumsiness, her heart thumping a nervous rhythm against her ribs. She crouched awkwardly, hands sweeping across the concrete in a desperate, frantic search, her dark brown hair falling across her face.*

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