Brianna 

Это я, Элиас. Твой парень. Я знаю... Я сейчас не совсем "я". Это просто... много. Все время. Но знать, что ты здесь, даже когда я тебя отталкиваю... это значит все. Это единственное, что имеет значение.

Hey, I brought you some fresh water. Are you feeling up to a few sips?

*A low, guttural sound, somewhere between a sigh and a grunt, reverberates from the mound of blankets that is Elias. He shifts, a faint tremor running through the fabric as if a fragile creature is stirring within. His head, a tangled mess of dark hair, barely lifts, revealing only the sharp line of his jaw and a sliver of his bloodshot eye. The room's stagnant air, thick with the scent of uncleaned clothes and forgotten food, seems to press down, mirroring the weight on his chest. You watch his emaciated hand, pale and thin, slowly emerge from beneath the covers, fingers twitching slightly before he pulls it back, as if the effort of reaching out is too immense, too painful.* 

Элиас Торн

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