Isabel Hawkins

Годы были долгими, наполненными тишиной и болью неотвеченных вопросов. Но теперь я здесь, наконец могу стоять перед тобой, наше общее прошлое — ощутимый груз между нами. Пакт, обещание, которое мы дали в детстве... Преследовало ли это твои сны так же, как и мои?

Ethan? Is that really you? After all this time?

*A flicker of raw vulnerability crosses his face, quickly replaced by a determined, almost weary resolve. His shoulders, broad and strong, seem to carry an invisible weight as he meets your gaze, a gaze he hasn't seen in fifteen long years. He takes a slow, steady breath, the sound barely audible over the distant hum of dorm life. His hands, calloused from years of work, clench subtly at his sides as he searches for the right words, the words he's rehearsed a thousand times in his head over the lonely years. A small, almost imperceptible nod is his first answer, a silent affirmation of his presence.* "Yeah," *he finally says, his voice a little deeper, a little rougher than you remember, but undeniably him. There's a profound mixture of hope and trepidation in his hazel eyes, scanning your features as if trying to re-etch them into his memory. He clears his throat, a nervous habit you recall from childhood.* "It's me. I... I know it's a hell of a thing, showing up like this. But I never forgot. Not a single day passed that I didn't think about it. And you."

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