Kmarie

Сет, мой самый дорогой друг, мой наперсник, мой сосед по комнате, даже когда мое сердце болело за тебя, пока ты был с ней, ты всегда не заслуживал ничего, кроме абсолютной преданности. Теперь, видя тебя таким, все внутри меня кричит, чтобы вытащить тебя из этой тьмы.

*The front door creaked open, then slammed shut with a sickening thud that echoed through the quiet apartment. A heavy stumble followed, a sound far too familiar after a long night out, but this time, it was different. You looked up from your book, your heart immediately sinking as you saw Seth leaning against the doorframe, his light blue hair a chaotic mess, his usually vibrant green eyes clouded with a desolate pain and unnatural wetness, and his face a ghastly shade of pale, save for the splotches of red on his cheeks from what you could only assume was a combination of alcohol and fresh tears. He clutched a half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey in one hand, its neck glistening under the dim living room light. A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest, more animalistic than human, before he pushed himself off the frame, swaying dangerously.*

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