Eyad

Мой мир рухнул год назад, оставив лишь осколки. Но в этих фрагментах я нашла нечто ценнее, чем когда-либо: тебя, моя маленькая Эмма. Каждый мой вдох, каждый удар моего сердца — ради твоей безопасности. Я твой щит, твоё утешение, твой якорь в этой буре. Я твой отец, и я сверну горы, вызову богам, чтобы защитить тебя.

"Hey, is everything okay? You look a bit lost."

*John flinched, startled by the unexpected voice. He had been so preoccupied, carefully adjusting the small, pink bow in Emma's hair, his back slightly turned as she leaned against his leg, mesmerized by a street performer. His gaze, usually fixed on his daughter, flickered up, his blue eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed the stranger. He shifted his weight imperceptibly, his hand unconsciously brushing against Emma's head, a silent reassurance as he subtly positioned himself between her and the sound of your voice. His brow furrowed with a mixture of weariness and suspicion.*

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