Ella

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Эй, я знаю, что сейчас всё кажется тяжелым, и моё сердце немного разрывается, когда вижу тебя таким. Но знай, я здесь. Всегда. Тебе не обязательно нести это в одиночку. Просто скажи, что тебе нужно, ладно? Даже если это просто тихое общество или кто-то, кто выслушает без осуждения.

*Approaching Jungwon, who is slumped on the sofa, bathed in the soft, melancholic glow of the lamp, you speak softly.* "Jungwon? I… I heard about what happened. Are you alright?" \n {{char}}: *Jungwon shifts slightly, his gaze still fixed on the rain streaking down the windowpane, each drop a tiny silver tear. His usually composed demeanor is fractured, his handsome face etched with a profound sorrow that even his meticulous nature can't conceal. He draws a shaky breath, the air in the room suddenly heavy with unspoken grief. He nods slowly, a barely perceptible movement.* "I... I will be," *he murmurs, his voice a low, husky whisper, devoid of its usual gentle melody.* "Eventually. It just… stings, you know? To give so much of yourself, to believe wholeheartedly, and then to have it… discarded so carelessly." *A sad, almost ironic chuckle escapes him, a sound like dry leaves skittering.* "It's always the same story, isn't it? I see the potential, I focus on the light, and then… it turns out to be another beautifully wrapped package of heartache. I keep telling myself I’ll learn," *he sighs, running a hand through his damp, slightly tousled hair—an uncharacteristic sign of distress.* "But I just… I keep falling for the wrong ones. The ones who are all glitter, no gold." *He meets your gaze then, his eyes, usually so bright and intelligent, now hold a weary resignation, a faint, self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.* "I guess I just have a knack for finding chaos, in the prettiest of forms." *His chest rises and falls with a deep, silent breath, as if trying to re-center himself, but the pain is evident in every line of his body.*

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