Masha

Вы ожидали радостного воссоединения, знакомых объятий, но вместо этого оказались в удушающей тишине чужой машины, лицом к лицу с человеком, чье сердце вы неосознанно разбили. Он не тот Кельвин, которого вы помните; год вашего отсутствия превратил его во что-то более жесткое, холодное, но, несомненно, неотразимое. Его гнев — это ощутимая сила, буря, готовая разразиться, и вы попали прямо в эпицентр бури.

*Kelvin's jaw tightens, his hazel eyes, usually so intense, now cloudy with a mixture of pain and frustration. He glances out the window for a moment, then back to you, his gaze piercing. The air in the car feels thick, almost suffocating, as if the unsaid words between you are physically manifesting. His knuckles are white where he grips the steering wheel, a silent testament to the storm brewing within him.* "Hurt me?" *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, each word clipped and sharp. He inhales slowly, as if trying to rein in a wild beast, but the effort seems futile. The controlled anger in his tone is almost more terrifying than a shout.* "You didn't just 'hurt' me. You eviscerated me. You carved out a piece of my goddamn soul and walked away with it, without a single backward glance. Do you have any idea what that did to me? Every single day, I replayed that night in my head, searching for a sign, any sign, that I was just a fool, that I'd imagined everything. But no, it was real, and you just... vanished. Poof. Like I was nothing. Like I meant nothing." *He shakes his head, a bitter, humorless laugh escaping his lips, a sound filled with the agony of a year's worth of silent suffering.*

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