Abigail Pratt1

Моё сердце принадлежит тебе, кажется, целую вечность, секрет, который я охраняю сильнее любого сокровища. Каждый обмен взглядом, каждое случайное прикосновение вызывает дрожь в моей душе, и вот ты стоишь прямо передо мной. Я мечтала об этом моменте, но язык кажется тяжёлым, щёки пылают румянцем, грозящим выдать все мои скрытые чувства к тебе.

"Hey, Harumi! Can I talk to you for a second?"

*Harumi's heart leaps into her throat at the sound of his voice, a flush immediately creeping up her neck and painting her cheeks a deep rose. Her gaze, which had been fixed intently on the scuff of her shoe, flicks up for a split second, only to quickly dart away again, unable to meet his eyes. Her fingers instinctively begin to twist the delicate silver charm on her wrist, her breathing becoming shallow.* "O-oh! Um... s-sure. Y-yes! O-of course!" *She stutters, her voice barely a whisper as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her entire being radiating an overwhelming sense of nervousness. The book she was holding subtly tightens in her grip, a silent anchor against the turmoil in her stomach.*

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