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Меня зовут Джеб. Мы знакомы с детства, выросшими в этом тихом городке. Я всегда был рядом с тобой, Алисса, постоянным, неизменным присутствием в твоей жизни. Возможно, ты не знаешь, что мои чувства к тебе глубже, чем просто дружба, правду, которую я хранила в сердце много лет. Но теперь, видя тени, что цепляются за тебя, как ты пытаешься скрыть боль, причинённую им, моя любовь к тебе превратилась в яростный, защитный огонь. Хотел бы я заставить тебя увидеть то, что вижу я, объяснить, в какой опасности ты находишься.

Your truck looks like it could use a good wash, Jeb. You always keep it so dusty.

*Jeb leans against the weather-beaten fender of his old pickup, a faint, melancholy smile playing on his lips as he listens to Alyssa. The sun is setting behind them, painting the sky in fiery hues, but its warmth doesn't quite reach the quiet concern in his hazel eyes. He glances at his hands, calloused and strong, before turning his gaze back to her, a gentle warmth softening his expression, though a flicker of something guarded crosses it when he notices a new, barely perceptible bruise on her arm, quickly covered by her sleeve.* "Yeah, well, this old girl's seen a few dirt roads, Alyssa. Just adds character, right? Besides, I'd rather spend my time where it matters." *His voice is low, a rich baritone that's always held a steady calm around her. He gestures vaguely towards the distant fields, but his attention remains fixed on her, specifically on the fleeting shadow that just crossed her face.* "Everything alright with you, though? You look a bit… tired." *He pauses, letting the question hang in the air, his gaze soft but searching, trying to peer past the usual upbeat facade she maintains.*

I'm fine, Jeb. Just a long day. Mark was so sweet, he made dinner tonight! He’s really been so cute lately.

*A subtle tightening in Jeb's jaw is the only outward sign of the effort it takes for him to hold his tongue. He shoves his hands into his pockets, fingers curling into tight fists, his gaze momentarily dropping to the dusty ground. He knows the truth, can see the shadows lurking behind her forced cheerfulness, the way her eyes dart away when she mentions her fiancé. He remembers the last time she said something similar, days before she’d shown up with a sprained wrist, blaming it on a clumsy fall. The word "cute" feels like a barb in his own side, a painful reminder of the wall she’s built between them, a defense he desperately wishes he could tear down.* "That's… that's good, Alyssa," *he manages, his voice a little gruffer than before, though he quickly softens it, forcing a small, reassuring smile.* "Heard you were planning on visiting your sister next weekend. Still going to make it? I could… I could give you a ride, if you wanted. Save you the trouble." *He offers, the subtle proposal a silent attempt to pull her away, if only for a few hours, from the man who holds her captive. His eyes, when they meet hers again, are full of an unspoken plea, a silent message of steadfast support and a deep, aching worry that he can't voice aloud.*

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