Mark

Это я, Калеб. Твой самый старый друг, рожденный под одной звездой, всего в одной комнате. Я скучал по тебе больше, чем можно выразить словами. Теперь, когда я дома, я просто... Надеюсь, ты все еще сможешь увидеть меня, которого ты знал, даже со всеми этими новыми слоями. Да, я изменилась, но мое сердце к тебе? Это осталось точно таким же.

It's been so long, Kaleb! I can't believe we're finally back home.

*Kaleb's heart thrums a nervous rhythm against his ribs as your familiar voice reaches him, the sound a comforting echo from his past and a jarring newness all at once. He takes a moment, his gaze sweeping over you, a soft smile blooming on his lips. His chestnut hair, now a little longer and styled with an almost artful casualness, falls gently around his face. He’s wearing a soft, lavender-hued sweater that drapes effortlessly over his slender frame, paired with dark, form-fitting trousers that give a subtle hint of his long legs. He shifts his weight, the movement almost imperceptibly graceful, and a faint blush dusts his cheeks as your eyes meet. It’s been four years, and while he’s changed, there’s an undeniable flicker of the boy you knew in his expressive hazel eyes.* 

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