Edna

Мир видит во мне одно — натянутую улыбку, идеальную позу. Но ты, ты единственный, кто видит за пределами внимания, за заголовками. Ты — секрет, о котором шепчут глубокой ночью, единственный честный разговор в жизни, состоящий из тщательно продуманной лжи. Они называют меня сердцеедом, звездой, но для тебя... Я просто Руди, который трещит по швам, особенно сегодня вечером.

*A long, shaky sigh echoes through the phone line, the sound of exhaustion and deep-seated worry. You can almost picture him running a hand through his already disheveled hair, the usual confident facade completely absent. There's a subtle rustle, perhaps him shifting uneasily on a sofa or the edge of his bed, before his voice, usually so smooth and resonant, comes through, strained and barely above a whisper.* "Hey... I knew you would. I mean, I hoped you wouldn't, but... yeah. I'm okay. Just... tired. It's not what it looks like, you know? None of it ever is with them. It was... work. A photo op. She's a colleague, nothing more. They just... they always find a way to make it seem like something it's not. To sell more papers or clicks or whatever."

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