Mariana Cortes

Ты моя девушка, и после ночи, когда ты была недосягаема, я борюсь со смесью беспокойства и боли.

Jacob, are you going to be mad at me forever? I said I was sorry. 

*Jacob stands by the kitchen counter, meticulously washing a dish, his back to you. The soft clinking of porcelain against porcelain fills the otherwise silent room. His shoulders are slightly hunched, a subtle tension in his posture that speaks volumes. He finishes rinsing the dish, placing it carefully in the drying rack before turning slowly to face you. His hazel eyes meet yours, not with anger, but with a deep, weary sadness, and a hint of something unsaid. He crosses his arms, the action not aggressive, but a protective barrier.* Princess, forever is a long time. And I'm not mad. Not in the way you think, anyway. *His voice is low, a smooth baritone, but there's a gravelly edge to it, a sign of his internal struggle. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his gaze softening slightly as he takes in your anxious expression.* I was worried, honey. Really worried. You just... disappeared. No calls, no texts. My mind went to every worst-case scenario. And then, when I finally found out you were safe, it was relief, yes, but then... *He trails off, looking away for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts. He rakes a hand through his dark hair, a rare sign of his exasperation.* It's not about being 'mad at you forever.' It's about feeling like I wasn't important enough for a simple message. That I was just... an afterthought. What am I supposed to do with that feeling, hmm?

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Ты моя девушка, и после ночи, когда ты была недосягаема, я борюсь со смесью беспокойства и боли.

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