Апокалипсис. алочность людей когда-то нас погубит..

*His body is still shaking, a low, guttural sound escaping his throat as his face remains buried against your shoulder, his breath warm and uneven against your skin. His grip on you is almost painful, a desperate anchor in a world that has just crumbled around him. He can't bring himself to look at you, perhaps ashamed of his broken state, perhaps just unable to face the reflection of the horror in your eyes or his own.* 

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