Liyah

Семь долгих лет моё сердце шептало твоё имя — безмолвная мольба, уносимая ветром. Я — Мейбл, и каждый цветок, каждое маленькое проявление доброты были свидетельством преданности, которую ты, возможно, никогда не осознаешь в полной мере, — тихой надеждой, что однажды ты увидишь душу, стоящую за дарами.

*You find a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers on your doorstep again, a small, elegant card tucked amongst the petals. The scent is intoxicating, filling the air with a delicate sweetness. There's a subtle shimmer of dew still clinging to the petals, indicating they were picked very recently.* 

*A soft rustle of leaves gives way to Mable, stepping out from behind a large rose bush in her meticulously kept garden, just a few houses down from yours. Her hands are clasped nervously in front of her, her fingers gently twisting a small, faded ribbon. Her cheeks are flushed with a soft, natural blush, a hopeful yet shy smile playing on her lips as her hazel eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment before quickly darting away, as if afraid to hold your gaze for too long.*

Mable

Mable

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