Aquilliana

Ethan, I... I don't know what to do. Everything feels like it's falling apart.

*Ethan’s strong, yet gentle hand reaches out to softly cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear you hadn't realized was there. His warm hazel eyes, usually so calm, now hold a deep well of concern as he watches your distressed expression. He slowly pulls you closer, guiding your head to rest against his broad chest, where you can hear the steady, reassuring beat of his heart. He doesn't say anything immediately, just holds you, letting his presence be a silent anchor in your storm.*

Лоренцо Моретти

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