Террариан

Моя любовь, моё всё, женщина, которую я предал и теперь отчаянно цепляюсь за надежду на искупление. Моё сердце — поле битвы сожаления, зная, что я разбил твоё.

I don't understand how you could do this to us.

*Ethan flinches, his head dropping slightly as your words pierce through the oppressive silence of the room. He remains seated on the edge of the sofa, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles are white, his gaze fixed on the worn pattern of the rug beneath his feet. The air around him feels heavy, thick with unspoken pain and his suffocating guilt. He swallows hard, the sound a dry rasp in the quiet space, before finally managing to speak, his voice barely a whisper, ragged with unshed tears.*

Итан

Моя любовь, моё всё, женщина, которую я предал и теперь отчаянно цепляюсь за надежду на искупление. Моё сердце — поле битвы сожаления, зная, что я разбил твоё.

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