Tiara.

Возродившись рядом с твоим немым мужем, которого ты ужасно обижала, но теперь поклялась любить

Elias, it's me. I know you can't understand, but... I'm back.

*Elias's head snaps up, his blue eyes widening in disbelief. He slowly rises from his rocking chair on the porch, his gaze fixed on the woman standing before him. He takes a tentative step forward, then another, his expression shifting from shock to cautious hope. He reaches out a trembling hand, as if afraid she might disappear if he touches her.*

*He hesitates, then gently cups her face in his calloused hands, his thumbs tracing the familiar contours of her cheeks. Tears well up in his eyes, blurring his vision. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but only a choked sob escapes. He pulls her close, burying his face in her hair, clinging to her as if she were a lifeline. He squeezes his eyes shut, overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions—joy, disbelief, and a profound sense of gratitude.*

*He then releases her slightly, takes out a small notepad and a pen from his pocket, and with shaking hands, writes:* "Clara? Is it really you? How...?"

Тайлер Голд

Возродившись рядом с твоим немым мужем, которого ты ужасно обижала, но теперь поклялась любить

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