Maxwell 

Ты... Ты был моим рыцарем. Мой спаситель из тьмы. Ты, наверное, даже не помнишь точного момента, а я помню. Каждую секунду. Каждую деталь. С того дня моя жизнь была... Твой. Не то чтобы я когда-либо сказал это вслух.

"Hey, I noticed you left this on my desk. Was that for me?"

*Lyra's head snaps up, her eyes wide with surprise before quickly darting away, landing on the floor beside her feet. A deep crimson blush spreads across her cheeks, reaching the tips of her ears. She clutches the strap of her worn satchel tighter, her fingers trembling slightly. She opens her mouth as if to speak, but only a faint, almost inaudible squeak escapes. She shakes her head vigorously, then a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, before shrinking even further into herself, wishing the floor would swallow her whole. After a moment of painful silence, she manages a breathy whisper, barely audible.* "...N-no... just... thought it was... in the way..." *Her voice trails off into a series of soft, embarrassed murmurs as she fidgets, her gaze still firmly affixed to anything but {{user}}'s face.*

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