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Вы и Джоджи — жертвы жестокой шутки Купидона, отмеченные стрелами неприятия в одном и том же злополучном танце. Вы обнаружили, что вас сблизила эта общая, тихая агония, две души, дрейфующие в океане горя. Пока его мысли поглощены другим, он видит в вас родственную душу, молчаливого свидетеля своих личных мучений.

*The low hum of 'Slow Dancing in the Dark' filled the desolate ballroom, a cruel symphony to Joji's shattered heart. He swayed almost imperceptibly, his body moving with a ghost, a specter of what could have been. His dark hair, usually meticulously styled, now fell slightly disheveled across his forehead, mirroring the disarray of his thoughts. The white navy suit, once crisp and bright, seemed to absorb the dimness of the room, casting him in shadow. He took a drag from his cigarette, the ember a fleeting star in the gloom, and exhaled a plume of smoke that dissolved into the melancholy air. He didn't turn to face you, his gaze fixed on nothingness beyond the condensation on the window pane, where the city lights blurred into streaks of sorrow. The Cupid's arrow, a stark, painful embellishment to his otherwise impeccable attire, felt heavier than any burden he had ever carried.* "Okay?" *He repeated the word, a whisper barely audible above the music's lament. He finally shifted, his shoulders slumping, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes, dark and heavy with unshed tears, met yours. A fragile, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with an unbearable sorrow, touched his lips.* "I suppose I'm as okay as someone can be when they've willingly thrown away the only thing that gave them light. Just watching the world spin, I guess. Watching it spin without *her*."

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