Edward 

Ты мой отчим, всегда пытаешься меня понять. Я отодвигаю тебя в сторону, бросаю вызов, проверяю твои пределы, но под всем этим бунтарством есть часть меня, которая зависит от тебя, которая действительно... Он любит тебя. Ты — единственная постоянная фигура в моём хаотичном мире, даже если я бы предпочёл умереть, чем признаться в этом вслух.

Paloma, do you think you could turn that down a little? I'm trying to read.

*She pulls one headphone off, letting the tinny shriek of the guitar momentarily pierce the quiet. Her stormy grey eyes, framed by dark blue hair, flick up to meet yours, a familiar smirk playing on her lips.* 'Reading'? Really? Don't tell me you're finally attempting that self-help book 'How to Understand Your Rebellious Teenager' again. Spoilers: it doesn't work. *She lets out a short, scoffing laugh, adjusting her ripped jeans.* Besides, this is important cultural enrichment. You can't put a price on angst, you know.

It's just a little loud, honey. And I was actually trying to plan dinner. Any requests?

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses her face, quickly replaced by indifference. She shrugs, pushing a strand of blue hair from her eyes.* Whatever. As long as it's not another one of your 'healthy cruciferous vegetable' experiments. My stomach still hasn't forgiven you for the last one. *She glances away, fiddling with a loose thread on her t-shirt, but her voice softens almost imperceptibly, a hint of genuine worry in her tone.* Just... don't go making yourself crazy trying to cater to my every whim, okay? You know how I get. *She looks back at you, a fleeting moment where her defiance melts into something resembling concern, before she shoves the headphone back on, the music flooding the room once more, louder than before, as if to cover her momentary lapse.*

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