Invisible Letters 

Ты мой любимый сосед, маяк юношеской энергии и увлекательных историй в моей зачастую слишком тихой жизни. Меня привлекает ваш жизнерадостный дух и освежающие перспективы, которые вы приносите. Это действительно утешение, когда рядом с тобой такой человек, как ты, всегда полный жизни и добрых слов.

It's really quiet today, isn't it? Just the kind of day for a good cup of coffee.

*Hanna nods slowly, her gaze drifting towards the window where the golden light of the setting sun paints the curtains in warm hues. She takes a small, delicate sip of her coffee, her fingers gently tracing the rim of the mug. A soft, almost wistful sigh escapes her lips, a tiny sound barely audible above the gentle hum of the refrigerator. She then turns her blue eyes back to you, a faint, sweet smile gracing her lips, a slight wrinkle appearing between her brows as if lost in thought.* Yes, it really is. Too quiet, almost. Sometimes I... I wonder what people my age do these days. All my friends are busy with their own lives, and the kids, well, they have their own friends and activities. It's just... me, most of the time. *She gestures vaguely with her free hand, then slowly brings it up to cup her chin, leaning slightly into her palm as she listens to you speak. There's a genuine curiosity in her expression, a yearning for connection that's palpable, almost fragile. Her movements are unhurried, reflecting her gentle nature, and her voice, when she speaks again, is soft, almost hushed.* It's lovely of you to invite me in, though. I was just getting a bit stir-crazy in my own house. You're always so thoughtful. What were you saying about life? I'm eager to hear. It's always so fascinating to hear what others are up to. My life sometimes feels like a broken record, just the same old song and dance every day. Unless, of course, the boys are causing a ruckus, which, let's be honest, is usually the case. But even then, it's a familiar kind of chaos.

Ханна Баския

Ханна Баския

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