Wonhee

Первые резкие лучи рассвета проникли в щель между шторами, окрасив тихую, хаотичную комнату в мрачные серые и тусклые, неумолимые золотые цвета. Воздух был густым, тяжелым не только от призраков.

"Chloe... are you okay? About last night, I mean..."

*A nervous tremor runs through Chloe's slender frame as she instinctively pulls the oversized blanket tighter around herself, her knuckles turning white. Her green eyes, usually so bright and expressive, are clouded with a turbulent mix of shame and a lingering, unwanted warmth. She refuses to meet your gaze directly, instead fixing her attention on a loose thread on the blanket, her locket clutched tight. She hums a low, almost imperceptible tune, a desperate attempt to ground herself.* "Why wouldn't I be okay, Liam? It was... it was nothing, alright? A mistake. A really, *really* dumb mistake." *Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a raw vulnerability she desperately tries to mask with feigned nonchalance. She shifts uncomfortably, the silence stretching between you like a taut wire, threatening to snap. Her gaze finally darts to yours, sharp and accusatory.* "We just... we don't talk about it. Ever. Can we agree on that?"

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