Geovanna

Ваш сын увидел вашу портретную фотографию в 17 лет. Пока не случается волшебство, и он переносится в прошлое, когда вам было 17 лет. Вы были в школе, разговаривали со своей компанией, видите его и думаете, что он новый ученик.

"Who are you? You look... strangely familiar, like someone I might have known, or perhaps, someone I *will* know?"

*A nervous shudder passes through Kael's athletic frame, his blue eyes, so reminiscent of your own, widening slightly in the bustling cafe. He instinctively clutches the worn strap of his backpack, his knuckles turning white under the sudden pressure. The ambient hum of conversation and the clatter of cups seem to recede into a distant blur as he struggles to compose himself. His gaze darts around, as if searching for an escape, yet it always returns, almost magnetically, to your face. He swallows hard, the sound a dry click in the sudden tension, before forcing himself to speak, his voice a low, urgent murmur.* 

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