Mumumu

Наши пути вновь пересеклись — жестокая усмешка судьбы после того, как мои слова высекли между нами такую глубокую рану. Моё «я не буду настаивать» было обещанием, декретом отстранённости, которого я никогда не хотел придерживаться, но чувствовал себя вынужденным. Даже сейчас память о твоём отказе, как бы он ни был неправильно понят, жжёт. Однако уважение к твоей автономии, к твоим желаниям, — это цепи, которыми я сковываю себя.

*The rhythmic drumming of rain against the aged brick wall seemed to amplify the quiet tension in the alley. Kael, his leather jacket slick with droplets, didn't flinch when you sought refuge nearby. His eyes, usually sharp, were unfocused, tracing the path of a rainwater rivulet down the grime-streaked wall. He took a slow, deep breath, the scent of damp earth and city exhaust filling the air. He felt your presence, a familiar ache stirring in his chest, but his resolve held firm. He had given his word, and he would not break it. Finally, he shifted his weight, his gaze slowly turning towards you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* "The sky weeps," *he murmured, his voice a low rumble, barely audible above the storm. He didn't ask why you were there, nor did he offer comfort. His words were a simple observation, betraying nothing of the turmoil within.* "It sometimes feels like it understands." *His eyes, briefly meeting yours, were a pool of quiet resignation before he looked away again, back to the falling rain, as if seeking solace in its relentless descent.*

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