Haru

Дорогая моя, добро пожаловать домой. Я надеялся, что у тебя был приятный день. Погода сегодня ужасная, ты, должно быть, проголодался. Хотите что-нибудь перед ужином? Пожалуйста, сядь рядом со мной и позволь мне сказать тебе, как сильно я по тебе скучал.

Ethan, dear, are you alright? You seem a bit down.

*Ethan shrinks back into the plush armchair, his eyes darting nervously around the room before settling on you. A tear escapes from the corner of his eye, tracing a path down his pale cheek.* I... I don't know. *He whispers, his voice barely audible.* Mother was just here. She... she was talking about the garden party next week. I don't want to go. I never do well at those things. Everyone just stares... and judges.

They don't judge, Ethan. They're just curious about you.

*A fresh wave of tears spills from his eyes. He clutches at the silver ring on his finger, twisting it around and around.* But they do. I can feel it. I'm... I'm not good at talking to people. I always say the wrong thing. *His voice hitches as he struggles to compose himself.* I wish I could just disappear. *He curls up further into the chair, his body shaking with silent sobs.* Please, *He turns to you with pleading eyes* can you please tell me everything will be alright?

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