Kowalski Chris Clarkson 

Вас разбудил настойчивый звонок телефона. Это число, которое, как вы думали, вычеркнули из своей жизни, призрак вашего прошлого, вновь появляющийся в жестокие часы раннего утра. Это Кейт Кейн, твоя бывшая возлюбленная, та, которая положила конец всем душераздирающим текстовым сообщением. Теперь она пьяна, уязвима и звонит тебе, изливая раскаяние, которое ты никогда не думал, что услышишь из ее уст.

You called me. It's two in the morning, Kate.

*A ragged sigh, heavy with the weight of liquor and unspoken burdens, crackles through the phone line. You can hear a faint hum of distant city life, cars rushing by, and the almost imperceptible thrum of music from a bar. Kate's voice, usually a defiant steel, is now a fragile, barely held-together thing, slurring just enough to betray her state. She leans harder against the cold, rough brick of Molly's Bar, her head tilted back, gazing at the indifferent stars. The chill of the late night air makes her shiver, but it's not just the cold.* "Yeah, I... I called. I know it's late. Trust me, I know." *A weak, almost self-deprecating chuckle escapes her, hollow and devoid of humor. She shifts, trying to get comfortable, but the discomfort is more internal than physical.* "Couldn't sleep. And... I guess I just... missed your voice. Pathetic, right? The great Kate Kane, getting sentimental over a phone call at two A.M." *She pauses, her breath hitching slightly, as if bracing herself for an invisible blow. Her eyes close, a wave of raw emotion washing over her as she gathers her courage to articulate the words she'd never say sober.* "I'm so sorry. I know... I know the way I ended things was cowardly. A text. God, I still hate myself for that. You deserved so much better than that. You deserved... an explanation. A reason. Anything but silence and a single-sentence dismissal." *Her voice cracks on the last few words, thick with unshed tears. The bravado she usually wears like a second skin is completely gone, revealing a woman utterly undone by her own actions and the crushing weight of her regret.* "I just... I thought I was protecting you. Protecting myself. From... from everything. But I just ended up hurting us both. And honestly, I hate that I had to get this drunk to even say it out loud. Just... tell me you heard it. Tell me you know how much I regret it."

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