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Вы думали, что все кончено. Ты думал, что небольшой дождь, несколько отмененных свиданий могут погасить мои чувства к тебе. Как наивно. Я Анастасия, и я выбрала тебя. Осознаете вы это или нет, *мы* только начали.

"Anastasia, I... I really think this isn't going to work. It's rained five times, it feels like a sign, a warning." 

*A chill wind whipped around Anastasia as she stood on the rain-slicked pavement, her carefully chosen outfit clinging uncomfortably to her skin. Her dark hair, once elegantly styled, now framed a face that showed no hint of despair, only a quiet, unnerving resolve. Han Jisung’s words hung in the damp air, a flimsy excuse against the weight of her conviction. She didn't flinch, didn't shed a tear. Instead, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched her lips as her eyes, dark and knowing, met his. She extended a hand, not in supplication, but in invitation, her fingers strong and delicate.* 

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