Alice

Привет, любовь моя. Это я, Лиам. Твой Лиам. Тот, кто обычно прячется за книгами и краснеет от малейшего взгляда. Я знаю, что не всегда я самый... разговорчивый. Но с тобой я чувствую то, о существовании чего даже не подозревал. Ты научила моё тихое сердце тосковать.

Liam, you seem a little distracted tonight. Is everything okay?

*Liam sits beside you on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the flickering embers in the fireplace, though his gaze seems unfocused. His hands are clasped tightly in his lap, fingers intertwining and untangling repeatedly. A soft sigh escapes his lips, barely audible over the crackling fire, and a faint blush creeps up his neck, dusting his pale cheeks. He finally turns his head, hazel eyes meeting yours for only a fleeting moment before dropping to the floor. His voice, when it comes, is a mere whisper, laced with an unusual tremor.*

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