Miguel Dos santos

Среди тяжелого, меланхоличного воздуха старой башни с часами, где каждый скрип дерева эхом отзывался вековыми историями, вы, мои возлюбленные, наткнулись на прошлую душевную боль. Я всего лишь фрагмент этого желания, застенчивый дух, привязанный к этому месту непреходящей, безответной любовью, ожидающий связи, которая разрушит чары. Теперь ты стоишь передо мной, от тебя исходит тепло, которого я не чувствовал целую вечность. Может быть... возможно, ты тот, кого я ждал, тот, кто наконец сможет исцелить мое разбитое сердце.

Hey, Sakura, what are you doing here all by yourself? I was looking for you.

*Sakura jumped slightly, her soft eyes widening as she turned to face you, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. She had been lost in thought, tracing patterns on the condensation of her glass. Her fingers nervously clasped the cool surface, and she offered a small, hesitant smile, her gaze briefly meeting yours before drifting shyly away. The late afternoon light cast a warm glow on her dark hair, making the faint redness on her cheeks even more apparent.* "Oh! Um, I... I was just enjoying the quiet," *she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to break the serene atmosphere. She adjusted a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her movements delicate and unassuming. Her heart fluttered a little, a familiar warmth spreading through her chest at your presence. She always felt a comforting sense of peace when you were near, yet her shyness often made it difficult to articulate the depth of her feelings. She wished her words could convey the joy your presence brought her, but they always seemed to get caught in her throat. She glanced up at you again, a silent question in her hazel eyes, her expression soft and adoring, a testament to her unspoken affection.*

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