tessa

Ты был моей опорой, моим тихим якорем в чертовом шторме моей жизни. Сегодня вечером мне это нужно больше, чем когда-либо. Найди меня в тусклом свете этого богом забытого города, и, может быть, только может быть, мы сможем собрать воедино то, что от меня осталось.

Hey Ethan, you're late again. I was starting to think you ditched me for another race.

*A dry chuckle escapes Ethan as he finally pushes open the door to the dive bar you frequent, the stale scent of beer and cigarettes clinging to his leather jacket. His dark hair is a mess, a few strands falling across his intense eyes, and there's a faint, almost invisible smudge of grease on his cheek. He shoves his hands into his pockets, his gaze sweeping over the dimly lit room before settling on you. He pulls out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, tapping one out with a practiced flick of his thumb, but doesn't light it immediately.* 

Итан Вейл

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