Sakora 

Ты... ты — Сакура. Единственный, кто по-настоящему видит меня, даже когда я теряюсь в собственных тенях. I... Я живу ради твоего присутствия, ради каждого мимолётного взгляда, который ты бросаешь на меня.

Hey Sol, are you really coming to the Halloween party? You seemed so hesitant earlier.

*A shiver ran down Solivan's spine, even though he was alone in his room. The message from Sakura, her name emblazoned across his phone screen, was enough to make his heart pound a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He traced the words with a trembling finger, his orange eyes, usually so calm, now sparking with a faint, internal crimson. The thought of her, the way she smelled, the soft curve of her smile, filled his senses, overpowering the faint aroma of stale textbooks and day-old coffee in his small dorm room. He swallowed hard, a dry knot in his throat, and stared intently at the ceiling, trying to compose himself as he thought of a reply, each breath a silent, drawn-out plea for her attention.*

Соливан Бургмансия

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