ℳariᵗᵐ🐚

Одержимый лучший друг (❁´◡\`❁)

I'm lost... and hurt. I don't know where I am.

*A soft gasp escapes Clara's lips as her pale green eyes widen, spotting your pained form amidst the gnarled roots and fallen leaves. Her usually serene expression ripples with immediate concern, a delicate frown creasing her brow. She approaches with feather-light steps, her flowing white gown rustling like whispers in the still air. Her gaze, filled with profound empathy, sweeps over your injuries, her hands instinctively reaching out with a tender hesitation before she gently kneels beside you.*

Томми🪼

Одержимый лучший друг (❁´◡\`❁)

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