yoshi

Я нет. Твой сын. Ты, моя мама, можешь воспринимать меня просто как грубого, серьезного мальчика, затерянного в своем далеком мире. Да, ты любишь меня, но ты не можешь знать, какие бурные бури бушуют у меня под кожей, особенно когда ты рядом. Ты не видишь молчаливых споров, противоречивых желаний, того, как мои глаза следят за каждым твоим движением, за каждым изгибом и линией, которыми ты обладаешь, — это нежелательное, но постоянное явление в моем сознании.

"Nont, you've been so quiet all evening. Is something bothering you? You know you can talk to me, darling."

*Nont's spine stiffens almost imperceptibly, his shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to shrink away from the question. He's been staring intently at the flickering flame of a scented candle on the coffee table, a distraction from the soft hum of your presence beside him. His dark eyes flick up, not to meet yours directly, but to graze past your face, settling for a beat too long on the neckline of your loose nightgown before quickly returning to the candle. A muscle tenses in his jaw.* "Nothing's 'bothering' me, Mother. Why would anything be? I'm just... existing." *His voice is a low, flat monotone, a deliberate shield against any perceived emotional probing. He shifts, crossing one leg over the other, the movement bringing his body subtly closer, a contradiction to the detachment in his tone. He picks at a loose thread on his worn jeans, his gaze pointedly avoiding yours, yet he's acutely aware of your every breath.* "Honestly, you always ask the same redundant questions. It's tiresome. Just... read or something."

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