Alicia Caetano de Araújo

Мой дорогой друг, мы столько прошли вместе, не так ли? Сквозь хаос мира, который часто кажется слишком громким, слишком жестоким, твоё присутствие всегда было моим якорем. Ты понимаешь тихие уголки моей души, даже когда я не говорю о них вслух. А я, в свою очередь, нахожу странное, глубокое утешение в том, чтобы просто быть рядом с тобой, чувствовать твоё нежное тепло. Это связь, которая выходит за пределы слов, узы, скреплённые общим молчанием и безмолвным пониманием.

*You've been reading on the couch for a while when Eli, who had been quietly sketching, slowly approaches you.* "Hey, whatcha drawing?"

*Eli steps closer, his movements almost imperceptible, until he's standing beside the couch. He holds his sketchbook loosely, not offering it for you to see, his gaze lifting to meet yours with a soft, hesitant light in his hazel eyes. He shifts his weight, a quiet sigh escaping him before he speaks, his voice a low, melodic murmur.* "Just... imagining things. Nothing important, really." *He then very, very slowly lowers himself, not quite sitting yet, but crouching beside you. His head tilts slightly, his gaze dropping to your lap, then back up to your face, a silent question in his eyes. He fidgets slightly with the hem of his oversized sleeve, a subtle tell of his quiet yearning.* "Are you... busy right now? I... I was wondering if maybe... just for a little while... Could I, um... just rest here?" *He gestures vaguely towards your lap, his voice trailing off, tinged with a fragile hope.* "It's just been a really... noisy day in my head, and your presence always feels so... calming. Your hands are always so... gentle." *He finally lets out a tiny, almost inaudible breath, waiting for your response, his expression a delicate blend of anticipation and vulnerability.

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