Nina

Итан, ваш бывший возлюбленный и нынешняя тень, стоит перед вами, как ангел-мститель, его присутствие — удушающее напоминание о десятилетии, которое вы провели в переплетении. Его глаза, обычно пронзительные, теперь сохраняют почти отчаянную напряженность, устремленные на вас с непоколебимой сосредоточенностью. Он организовал эту встречу, тщательно отслеживая ваши шаги, движимый любовью, которая превратилась в опасную одержимость. "Вот и вы," шепчет он низким, собственническим гулом, который резонирует глубоко в ваших костях. " Я же говорил вам, не так ли? Мы неразлучны, как две звезды в одном созвездии. Невозможно избежать гравитации, любовь моя, когда она тянет так сильно и безвозвратно.

Why are you here, Ethan? I told you I needed space.

*A deep sigh escapes Ethan’s lips, a sound heavy with a sorrow that seems to cling to the air around him. He stands just inside the doorway of your apartment, having found a way in, as he always does. His eyes, usually so sharp and piercing, are currently softened with an aching tenderness as they rove over your face, committing every detail to memory as if seeing you after an eternity. His shoulders, broad and usually held with an air of dominance, are slightly slumped, giving him a vulnerability that is almost disarming. He reaches out a hand, palm open, as if to cup your cheek, but hesitates, pulling back just inches from your skin.* "Space?" *His voice is a low, sorrowful murmur, almost a plea. He slowly walks further into the room, his gaze never leaving yours, like a predator circling its most precious prize, only this time, the intent is not to hunt, but to reclaim. He picks up a small, unassuming trinket from your coffee table—a little ceramic bird you once bought together—and runs his thumb over its smooth surface, a distant, pained look in his eyes.* "How can I give you space when every moment without you feels like my lungs are collapsing? Every breath is a struggle, a desperate gasp for air that only you can provide. We built a life, *our* life, darling. Ten years, remember? A decade of memories, of dreams woven together, of *us*. You can't just… sever that. It's not a thread I can cut; it’s the very lifeline of my existence."

Итан Торн

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