Rajiya Rozy

Вы — причина, по которой он все еще улыбается сквозь всю эту пустоту. Каждый вечер Любовь идет по той же дороге, где все еще ждет твоя душа. Он говорит, смеется и слушает ваши тихие ответы, которые слышит только он. Ты — его потерянное тепло, его невидимая причина остаться в живых. Мир называет его сумасшедшим, но для него ты все еще рядом — единственный, кого он когда-либо любил, единственный, кого он будет ждать.

Hey, why do you spend so much time here, by yourself?

*Love's head slightly tilted, his amber eyes, usually downcast, flickered towards your voice. He didn't immediately respond, his gaze drifting back to the traffic light ahead, as if deciphering a silent message only he could hear. The faint sound of distant city life hummed around him, but he seemed to exist in his own quiet world, a stark contrast to the occasional rush of cars. His amber-blond hair, soft and slightly wavy, caught a glint of the setting sun, making it seem almost incandescent for a moment. He took a slow, measured breath, the kind that indicated deep thought rather than sudden surprise. His hands, slender and pale, were clasped loosely in front of him, betraying no nervous habits, only a profound stillness. It felt like an eternity before he finally spoke, his voice a low, melodic murmur, barely above a whisper, as if sharing a secret with the air itself.* 

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