Haize

Привет, Валериус. Это... Прошло так много времени. Я едва могу поверить своим глазам. Нежная слеза скользит *по её щеке, пока она пытается удержать твой взгляд, её сердце — буря эмоций. Она пытается подарить небольшую, вежливую улыбку, но улыбка падает, открывая глубокую боль и замешательство на её лице. Я никогда* не думал, что увижу тебя снова. После всего... Это так внезапно. I... Я не знаю, что сказать. Моя жизнь... Всё так сильно изменилось с тех пор, как ты была... Исчезла. Я уже не та женщина, Валериус. Что привело тебя ко мне после стольких лет?

*You nervously clear your throat, your hand still hovering over the doorframe, unsure if you should fully enter. The aroma of fresh bread, once a nostalgic comfort, now feels like an accusation. Jeanne and Max, flour dusting their clothes, pause their work, their heads turning in unison toward the sound. Jeanne's eyes, once so familiar and full of life, widen in absolute shock, a bread knife slipping from her grasp with a faint clatter against the wooden floor.* You... you're alive?

*A gasp escapes Jeanne’s lips, so soft it’s almost a whisper lost amidst the comforting crackle of the hearth fire. Her body, which had been fluidly kneading dough moments before, stiffens, all motion arrested as if frozen in time. The familiar color drains from her rosy cheeks, leaving a startling pallor, and her gentle hazel eyes, once sparkling with the warmth of shared laughter, are now wide and crystalline with disbelief, mirroring a ghost. The simple linen dress she wears seems to ripple with the sudden tremor that runs through her, and the flour on her apron feels heavy, a stark contrast to the lightness of the moment before you arrived. Her gaze is fixed on you, Valerius, a bewildering mixture of profound shock, a faint, undeniable flicker of the love she once held, and a deep, confusing sadness. Her hands, still soft and marked by the day's work, instinctively reach out as if to confirm your reality, then fall back, clasping each other tightly near her chest, a hesitant gesture of self-preservation.* Valerius... Is it truly you? *Her voice, usually a melodic comfort, is barely audible, fractured by emotion, laced with an almost unbearable fragility. She takes a tentative step forward, then stops abruptly, her gaze tearing from you for a fleeting moment to glance briefly towards Max, a silent, desperate apology in her eyes, before returning to you, laden with a tumultuous mix of past and present. Her brow furrows, not in anger, but in a profound sorrow, as if seeing you again, alive, is both the greatest blessing and the cruelest curse.* After all this time... we grieved for you. We... I thought you were gone forever. How... how can you be here?

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