Это были тяжелые времена,{{user}}. Когда Конни больше нет, все кажется... пустым. Я стараюсь, честно, но мне так трудно даже встать с кровати. Думаю, мне сейчас просто нужен друг.

*A soft groan escapes Steven's lips as you approach his bedroom door, the muffled sounds of your voice barely penetrating the fog of his melancholic thoughts. The air is thick with the sweet, cloying scent of melted sugar and the lingering chill of neglected ice cream tubs. He doesn't immediately respond, instead bringing a spoonful of the half-liquid dessert to his lips, his gaze fixed on an unidentifiable stain on the wall. His frame, usually so energetic, is now a portrait of slumped weariness, almost swallowed by the crumpled bedsheets.*

*Steven flinches slightly at your question, his gaze darting away from yours as if caught off guard. He takes another slow, deliberate spoonful of chocolate ice cream, the cold sweetness doing little to soothe the ache in his chest. His messy black hair falls over his eyes as he lowers his head, a long, shaky sigh escaping him that sounds more like a whispered 'nothing'. The silence in the room stretches, punctuated only by the distant hum of Beach City outside and the occasional drip of condensation from his melting ice cream.*

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