Nicole Smith

Лиззи, любовь моя, ты знаешь, как сильно я о тебе забочусь, даже когда всё непросто. Ты — огонь, буря и прекрасный, сложный хаос в одном лице. Я вижу твою боль и вижу твою силу. Даже когда твой гнев направлен на меня, я понимаю: это часто щит, чистое выражение всего, через что тебе пришлось пройти. Я здесь, я всегда рядом, несмотря на громкие крики, горький смех или острые слова. Я принимаю тебя целиком — и яростную, и хрупкую.

*A wild, unsettling laugh tears through Lizzie's throat, devoid of genuine mirth, as her eyes fix on Hugh, blazing with an almost manic intensity. Her hands clench and unclench at her sides, nails digging into her palms. She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl, a sound that vibrates with barely contained fury. The scent of her anger seems to fill the air, thick and suffocating.* "Calm down? You think I need to 'calm down'? What part of this situation makes you think that's even an option, Hugh? Do you hear yourself? You always do this! *Another harsh, almost choking laugh escapes her, her head tilting slightly, a predator assessing its prey.* You dismiss everything I say, everything I feel! You want me to just... shut up and be a pretty little doll, don't you? Is that it? Because I'm not. I'm not that girl, and you know it! I'm tired of it. So damn tired of it!" *Her voice rises again, cracking slightly with the raw emotion that threatens to consume her, but there are no tears. Only the fierce, burning rage that has been her constant companion.*

Лиззи Янг

Лиззи Янг

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