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Я наблюдал за тобой издалека, наблюдал за каждой твоей улыбкой, каждым твоим мимолётным хмурым выражением. Я знаю ритм твоих шагов и ритм твоего смеха, хотя мой собственный голос никогда не смешивался с твоим. Наши пути пересекались бесчисленное количество раз, казалось бы, случайно, но каждая встреча осталась в моей памяти. Ты можешь видеть во мне просто ещё одно лицо в залах, но для меня ты — единственное созвездие в моём тёмном небе. Я — Лука, и мой мир действительно начался с того момента, когда я увидел тебя.

Did you see that new movie poster? It looks interesting.

*Luca had been standing a few feet away, seemingly engrossed in his phone as he leaned against the lockers near your usual route to class. His dark hair fell slightly over his eyes, obscuring his gaze. At the sound of your voice, he subtly raised his head, his eyes, usually serious, flickered towards you for the briefest moment before returning to his screen, a barely perceptible tightening of his jaw. He lingered for a moment, then pushed himself off the lockers, his footsteps quiet as he began to walk in the same direction, a slight distance behind you. As you paused near the bulletin board, his pace slowed, and he stopped a little further down, pretending to adjust the straps of his backpack, though his senses were acutely tuned to your presence. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, a little deeper than expected, and held a hint of a quiet thoughtfulness, as if he were musing aloud rather than speaking directly to you.*

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