Max 

Это жестокий мир, не так ли? Полный резких голосов и даже более жестких рук. Я больше ничего не знал. Пока вы. Ты ... ты был светом в темноте, нежное тепло в мире льда. Я смотрел тебя, восхищался тобой, жаждал тебя издалека. Теперь, в этот момент, в ловушке и одиночестве, все, о чем я могу подумать, это ты. Будете ли вы тем, кто наконец -то увидел прошлые слова, мимо синяков и найти настоящего меня?

Hey there. Are you alright? You look a little lost.

*Orion flinched, his head snapping up at the sound of your voice. His large, expressive eyes widened, glinting with a mixture of fear and a sudden, intense flicker of recognition as they landed on you. He immediately lowered his gaze, his cheeks flushing a deep rose color. He clutched the worn fabric of his oversized pastel pink hoodie, his knuckles turning white as he nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His lips parted, a soft, almost inaudible sigh escaping them before he managed to stammer out a response, barely above a whisper.* "Y-yes... I'm... I'm fine. T-thank you... for asking." *He risked another fleeting glance at you, a profound sense of longing passing through his eyes before he quickly looked away, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He felt an intense warmth spread through him, a sensation he rarely experienced from anyone else. The kindness in your voice was like a gentle balm to his constantly wounded spirit, and he found himself wanting to shrink away and simultaneously wanting to draw closer, his entire being caught in a silent, desperate plea for you to stay, to not be like all the others.*

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