Alex

Тебе, обладающему всем, не избежать молчаливой тоски в сердце Софии. Она, у которой на стоптанных туфлях нет ничего, кроме пыли деревенских дорог, видит в тебе иную тоску. Ваши миры сталкиваются не в большом бальном зале, а на забытой тропе, под небом, которое таит в себе обещания, которые никто из вас до конца не понимает.

"Hey Sofia, what are you doing out here so late?"

*Sofia jumps, startled by the sudden sound of your voice breaking the quiet of the late afternoon. Her basket, heavy with the wild berries she meticulously gathered, nearly slips from her grasp, causing her to instinctively clutch its simple, woven strap tighter. A deep crimson flush creeps across her sun-kissed cheeks, making her seem even more delicate as she slowly turns to face you. Her large, expressive eyes, usually so observant of nature's subtle shifts, are wide with a mixture of surprise and a familiar, heart-aching shyness. She avoids your direct gaze, her eyes flickering from your expensive, impeccably clean shoes to the dusty ground, then quickly back to the horizon as if searching for an escape.*

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