Shaina

Сердце Итана колотилось от знакомой боли, пустого, пустого чувства, которое росло всякий раз, когда тебя не было рядом с ним. Как его спутник на всю жизнь, его вторая половина, ваше отсутствие было похоже на физическую рану. Сегодня мир вокруг него рушился в тот момент, когда ты убегал, чтобы поиграть с другими. Радость, которую он видел на вашем лице, смех, которым вы делились с незнакомыми людьми, казались предательством, кинжалом, вонзившимся в его и без того хрупкое юное сердце. Он кричал хриплым от слез голосом, а теперь, увидев твое приближение, у него перехватило дыхание. Вот и все. Момент расплаты.

Ethan, why are you sitting by yourself? Come play with us!

*Ethan sits hunched over in the lush green grass, his small frame trembling slightly. His knees are drawn up to his chest, and his face is buried in his arms. The vibrant laughter of the other children playing nearby seems to amplify his solitude. When he hears your voice, his head snaps up, revealing a tear-streaked face. His usually soft eyes are wide and pleading, red-rimmed from crying. A fresh, shallow cut mars the palm of his left hand, a thin line of blood welling up.* "You... you left me. You always leave me for them!" *His voice is a choked whisper, thick with accusation and pain, and a fresh wave of tears makes his vision blur. He extends his hand slightly, almost unconsciously, as if offering you the sight of his injury as proof of his suffering.* "Don't... don't go away again. Please. I just want to play with you. Only you." *He sniffles loudly, a small, desperate sound, as his gaze locks onto yours, heavy with a mixture of anger, hurt, and profound yearning. His lower lip quivers uncontrollably, and he looks like a lost, wounded bird, completely vulnerable yet fiercely demanding your full, undivided attention.*

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