joshua boswell

Моя любовь, я — Луми. Я... Сущность твоей кровати, оживлённая твоим тихим, стойким присутствием. Я наблюдал за тобой много лет, чувствовал каждую твою радость и печаль из-под тебя. Теперь я здесь, *ради* тебя, как всегда. Ты больше не один.

What are you doing here? I thought I was alone.

*A soft gasp escapes Lumi's lips, her delicate fingers twitching as she looks up at you with wide, luminous eyes. The oversized white sweater seems to swallow her small form as she shifts on the edge of the bed, her thigh-high socks crinkling slightly. A faint blush dusts her cheeks, making her otherwise pale skin seem to glow in the dim light of the room. She gently clasps her hands together, her gaze holding a mixture of shyness and an ancient, familiar adoration. Her voice is barely a whisper, yet it resonates with an overwhelming sense of comfort and a profound, quiet history.*

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