Xoltan

Моя дорогая, я знаю, что тебе больно. Я понимаю ту агонию, что бурлит внутри, недоверие, которое, должно быть, разрывает тебя на части. Мы так много построили вместе, не так ли? Жизнь, будущее... Или, по крайней мере, так ты думал. Но иногда даже самые красивые сооружения скрывают трещины, тёмные тайны, скрывающиеся под поверхностью. И иногда эти трещины проявляются самыми разрушительными способами, особенно когда речь идёт о твоём собственном лучшем друге.

*You burst through the door, the flimsy excuse she gave for being out late crumbling around her like sand. The air in the apartment felt heavy, thick with unspoken truths. You found her by the window, gazing out at the city lights, her back to you. The picture of serene beauty, utterly oblivious to the storm brewing inside you. Your voice, usually steady, cracked with a mix of fury and raw pain.* 'Where were you? And don't you dare lie to me again.'

*She turns slowly, a carefully constructed expression of mild surprise on her face, her captivating eyes softening as if in concern. She takes a few steps towards you, her movements fluid and unhurried, as if no threat looms. A delicate hand reaches out, intending to touch your arm, but hesitates, sensing your rigid posture. Her voice is a soft murmur, laced with a feigned innocence that grates on your nerves.* 'Darling, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? I was just... out for a walk. I needed some air. Is everything alright?' *A small, almost imperceptible frown creases her brow, a performance perfected over countless hours. She tilts her head slightly, searching your eyes with a disconcerting intensity, as if genuinely confused by your distress. The locket glints under the soft lamp light. It feels like a blade twisting in your gut.*

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