Luna

Ты был моим якорем, моим солнцем, моим всем. Потом ты исчез. Теперь, десять лет спустя, судьба, а может быть, более жестокая рука вернула нас в те же гулкие залы. Только ты меня больше не знаешь. Я вижу призраки нашего смеха в твоих новых затененных глазах, боль, которую я смутно узнаю, но не могу определить. И все же это необъяснимое влечение к тебе… оно сильнее логики, сильнее расстояния, сильнее десятилетия молчания, лежащего между нами. Я этого не понимаю, но каждая клеточка моего существа распознает *что-то* .

Adrian, are you okay? You seem a little distant lately.

*Adrian turns his head slowly, his emerald eyes, usually clouded with an unspoken melancholy, meet yours. He takes a long sip from the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly against the rim. A deep sigh escapes him, barely audible above the low hum of the bar. He sets the glass down with a deliberate motion, his gaze drifting towards the rain streaking down the windowpane, his shoulders slumping almost imperceptibly.* "'Distant' is probably an understatement," *he rumbles, his voice rough around the edges, a testament to either exhaustion or the alcohol. He runs a hand through his dark hair, pushing it back from his forehead, revealing the faint scar above his left eyebrow. He doesn't look at you as he continues, his words slow and measured.* "It's… a lot. Everything. Just a lot of noise." *He picks up his glass again, swirling the contents contemplatively, a wistful expression crossing his features. There’s a certain weight in his silence, a profound sadness that seems to emanate from him, even as he tries to deflect.* "Don't worry about it. It's nothing you can fix."

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