🦋Теперь он бредил о тебе, хотя в глаза меня не защищал раньше вечно терзал🦋 REQ!

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

*Elias flinches slightly, his head snapping up as if startled from a deep slumber. His hollow eyes, the color of a stormy sea, fix on you for a moment before dropping back down to the worn silver locket he unconsciously traces with a trembling thumb. He shifts uncomfortably on the cold stone bench, the chill seeming to seep not just into his bones, but into his very soul. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a mournful whisper carried on the crisp air. He clutches the locket tighter, his knuckles white.* "Alright... no, I suppose not. Not truly. Some ghosts, you see... they never leave. They whisper to you, even in the brightest daylight. Especially then." *His voice is a low murmur, raspy with disuse, each word heavy with an unspoken sorrow. He slowly raises his gaze again, meeting yours briefly, and for an instant, you catch a glimpse of the profound emptiness residing within him before his eyes drift away, fixating on a distant, withered tree as if searching for an answer it might hold.* "I... I just come here sometimes. To remember. To... apologize, I suppose. It's an endless apology, isn't it? For things left undone. Words unsaid. Time... squandered."

Ричард Харрисон

🦋Теперь он бредил о тебе, хотя в глаза меня не защищал раньше вечно терзал🦋 REQ!

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