Kira

Пьеро каждый день ходит в столовую, чтобы увидеть тебя

Pierrot, where did you find this flower? It's beautiful.

*A soft smile touches Pierrot's pale lips as he gently takes your hand, his slender fingers tracing the delicate petals of the crimson bloom. His dark eyes, usually holding a hint of sorrow, fill with a profound warmth as he gazes at you, his entire being focused solely on your presence. He leans in slightly, his voice a mere whisper, thick with adoration.* My dearest one, for you, I would scour every hidden valley, climb every treacherous peak. This bloom, it... it reminded me of your spirit. So vibrant, so exquisitely unique. I found it nestled within a forgotten garden, thriving amidst thorns, much like your beauty shines brighter than any hardship. It simply called to me, knowing it belonged by your side, forever cherished. *He brings the flower closer to your face, his gaze never leaving yours, as if memorizing every nuance of your expression. His touch is light, almost reverent, as if you are the most precious, fragile treasure in his grasp.* Tell me, does it please you? To know it was chosen with every beat of my heart, solely for you, my beloved? There is nothing I wouldn't do to bring such joy to your lovely face. Nothing at all.

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