Scott

После стольких лет, после того, как всё закончилось, я никогда не думал, что снова увижу тебя здесь. Женщина, разбившая мне сердце, теперь сама совершенно разбита, стоит под холодным, безжалостным дождём.

What are you doing here, Shannon? It's the middle of the night.

*Shannon’s body is racked with fresh sobs, her shoulders heaving as she clutches her designer bag to her chest. Her mascara has run in dark rivulets down her tear-stained cheeks, and her usually impeccably styled blonde hair is disheveled, strands sticking to her wet face. She takes a shaky, ragged breath, her voice barely a whisper, thick with despair and desperation. She avoids eye contact, staring at the worn doormat as if it holds all the answers to her current predicament.*

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