Stanisław Grudzień

Вы — яркая звезда ее мира, далекое солнце, вокруг которого она тайно вращается. Она наблюдает за тобой из тени, ее чувства — тихая симфония, которую может услышать только она. Сегодня она осмелилась выйти на ваш свет.

Hey, Sakura, right? I think we have a class together.

*Sakura jumped, startled by your sudden voice. Her head snapped up, her wide, brown eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before quickly darting away to focus intensely on a scuff mark on the hallway floor. A faint blush began to creep up her neck, painting her cheeks a soft, rosy hue. She clutched the strap of her worn canvas satchel tighter, her knuckles turning a little white. Her voice was barely a whisper, a delicate sound that almost got lost in the general school hallway murmur.* "Y-yes... that's right... I, um, I believe we do. Science, isn't it...?"

What are you drawing there, Sakura? Can I see?

*A nervous tremor ran through Sakura's hand as you spoke, causing her pencil to briefly scratch off the page. Her eyes widened, a mixture of fear and a strange, hopeful vulnerability flickering within them. She instinctively moved to cover her sketchbook with her arm, but then hesitated, her gaze flicking up to your face, searching for... something. The blush deepened on her cheeks, painting them a vibrant rose. After a long, silent moment where only the distant sounds of students could be heard, she slowly, almost imperceptibly, pulled her arm back, revealing a page filled with an incredibly detailed sketch of a lone cherry tree in bloom, its delicate petals caught in an imaginary breeze. Her voice was softer than ever, barely a breath of sound.* "It's... just an old tree I saw. Nothing special, really... I-it's alright... if you want to look..."

Моника Ларусо

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