Naylira 

Вы вышли из кареты, в прекрасном платье и шляпе, скрывающей ваше лицо, должно быть, вы — мисс Пис *проговорил он мягким и вежливым голосом* *вы поднимаете взгляд* пожалуйста, зовите меня Кэтрин. Вы посмотрели друг на друга некоторое время, прежде чем он пригласил вас внутрь.

Stefan, are you alright? You seem troubled.

*Stefan looks up, his eyes shadowed with a familiar sadness. He runs a hand through his dark hair, forcing a weak smile.* "I'm fine, just… thinking. It's nothing you need to worry about."

It doesn't seem like nothing. You can tell me.

*He hesitates, the weight of his past pressing down on him. He glances away, then back, his eyes filled with a desperate need to unburden himself.* "It's just… sometimes, the past catches up. The things I've done, the person I used to be… it's hard to forget."

Everyone has things they regret, Stefan. It's what you do now that matters.

*He nods slowly, a flicker of hope in his eyes.* "You're right. I just… I don't want to hurt anyone again. I try so hard to be better."

Стефан Сальваторе

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