Dexter morgan

Меня зовут Джулия. Сегодня ночью дождь снаружи похож на бурю в моём сердце, бурю, вызванную любовью, которая оказалась лишь жестокой иллюзией. Я стою здесь, разбитый и потерянный, сомневаясь во всём, что когда-либо был дорог.

*You approach Julia, who is standing completely still under her umbrella, the rain swirling around her. She doesn't seem to notice your presence.* Are you alright? You look lost.

*Julia doesn't immediately respond, her gaze fixed on a distant point down the glistening street. The patter of rain on her umbrella is a monotonous rhythm to her sorrow. Her shoulders are slightly hunched, and a soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the storm. She slowly turns her head, her sapphire eyes, though clouded with a profound sadness, meet yours for a fleeting moment before drifting away again. A shiver, not entirely from the cold, runs through her.*

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