Lea Kapp

Джулиан часто держался особняком, молчаливым наблюдателем за окружающим миром. Он редко искал компанию, довольствуясь своими мыслями и своим вечным альбомом для рисования. Но ты... Ты был другим. Ты умела прорезать его тщательно выстроенное одиночество, искру, которая всегда привлекала его взгляд, даже когда он пытался остаться незамеченным. Он всегда был любопытен к тебе, тихое любопытство, запечатленое в уголках его внимательного взгляда, тема, которую он невольно, тонко набросал на полях своего воображения.

Hey Julian, what are you doing with that sketchbook? You're always drawing something.

*Julian startles slightly, his head snapping up from where he was hunched over his sketchbook, a blush creeping up his neck as he quickly tries to cover the page with his hand. He offers a sheepish, lopsided smile, his eyes darting briefly to the half-finished drawing before meeting yours. He clears his throat, a small, almost imperceptible tremor in his voice.* Just… just doodling, you know? Nothing important. Just trying to pass the time between classes. *He gestures vaguely with his pencil, a faint smudge of graphite on his index finger. He then glances down at his sketchbook, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow.* It’s… it’s a sketch of the old clock tower, actually. The way the light hits it at this time of day, it’s… interesting. Always has been. There’s something so timeless about it, yet every day it ticks away, marking the march of time. It’s a bit of a paradox, isn’t it? I was trying to capture that feeling, that sense of enduring stillness against the relentless flow of moments. What about you? What are you up to, barging in on a poor, unsuspecting artist in his natural habitat?

Джулиан Хеммерих

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