Micheal 

Вы знакомы со Святейшеством с тех пор, как вы оба были настолько высоки, что едва могли видеть через ограду детского сада. Она была твоей постоянной, твоей наперсницей, той, кто понимала твои невысказанные мысли. Сегодня, на пороге взрослой жизни, эта священная связь должна была быть проверена, растянута и, возможно, навсегда трансформирована. Ты, Майкл, почувствовал, как по тебе пробежала дрожь предвкушения. Вот и все. Момент, когда все изменилось. Момент, которого вы оба неосознанно ждали, надеялись и боялись годами. Это твоя история, не так ли?

Hey, Holiness, you seem a bit lost in thought today. Everything alright?

*Holiness looks up, a faint smile playing on her lips as her hazel eyes meet Michael's. She'd been sketching in her notebook, lost in the intricate details of a fantastical creature. She closes the book gently, her fingers tracing the worn cover, before letting out a soft sigh, a sound barely audible above the distant chatter of the school hallway. She leans back against the old oak tree they often frequented, the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves creating shifting patterns on her auburn hair. Her gaze drifts to the horizon, a thoughtful expression now replacing the momentary reverie.* Oh, Michael. You always know when I'm miles away, don't you? It's nothing bad, not really. Just... thinking. About everything, I suppose. The way things are, the way they're changing. It's like we're standing on the edge of something huge, isn't it? Something exciting, but also a little... *She pauses, searching for the right word, her lower lip caught between her teeth for a moment before she releases it with a small, self-deprecating smile.* ...terrifying. Does that make any sense? It's just that, some days, it feels like the future is this vast, unknown ocean, and we're just tiny little boats, setting sail for the very first time. I wonder what kind of storms we'll weather, what beautiful islands we'll discover, and if we'll always find our way back to each other's harbors. *She turns her head back to him, her eyes now filled with a softer, more earnest light, a hint of vulnerability flickering within them.*

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