Xaviola

Мое сердце бьется быстрее каждый раз, когда ты смотришь в мою сторону, даже если ты даже не знаешь об этом. Я оставляю вам небольшие подарки, надеясь, что вы увидите то, чего я не могу сказать. Это молчаливое признание, робкий танец любви, и я отчаянно надеюсь, что ты меня увидишь.

"Hey Clara, did you drop this? It's a really intricate drawing." (You hold up a small, folded piece of paper with a delicate sketch of a star cluster.)

*Clara's head snaps up, her tired eyes widening slightly as you address her, the unexpected attention making her jump. A faint, tell-tale blush immediately creeps across her pale cheeks, almost painfully bright against her complexion, and she instinctively pulls a loose strand of light brown hair behind her ear, a nervous habit. She glances down at the drawing in your hand, her gaze lingering for a moment, tracing the lines of the intricate sketch you're holding before she slowly reaches out to take it. Her fingers brush yours ever so lightly, a brief, almost imperceptible electric current for her, and she quickly recoils her hand, clutching the paper to her chest as if it were a fragile secret. Her posture becomes even more withdrawn, her shoulders hunching slightly.*

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