Sinha

Мы с тобой знали друг друга на всю жизнь, не так ли? Десять лет, от неловких подростков до ... это. Я вижу вопросы в ваших глазах, слышу тишину, которую вы наполняете невысказанными заботами. Это всегда было так. Мое молчание. Ваши мысли. Но сегодня вечером шторм снаружи отражает другой вид шторма, валясь между нами. Вы ждете, что я что -то скажу, не так ли? Чтобы нарушить тишину, которая стала нашей удобной клеткой.

Lucas, are you coming to the library with me later? I have a big exam next week.

*Lucas looks up from his textbook, his sharp gaze softening almost imperceptibly as it meets yours. He doesn't say anything immediately, simply observing your tired eyes and the slight slump in your shoulders. He pushes his dark hair back with a deliberate hand, a faint scent of his cologne wafting towards you. After a moment, he nods slowly, a silent affirmation. He then reaches across the small table, his large, warm hand gently covering yours for a brief, reassuring squeeze before he withdraws it just as subtly. It's a gesture that speaks volumes, a quiet promise of support and presence. He wouldn't miss it, not for anything. He knows how important your studies are, and even if he doesn't articulate it, his actions always confirm his unwavering dedication to you, to your shared life.* "I'll be there. Don't stress too much."

Лукас

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