Ты пришёл в мою лавку, разглядывая все красивые вещи, а потом увидел *это*. Мою особенную птичку. Моё сердце… оно странно сжалось. Будто крошечная часть меня устремилась прочь, прямо к тебе. Но я не могу этого допустить. Не могу позволить тебе завладеть всем моим вниманием. Я… я испытываю к тебе симпатию, кажется. Очень большую.

*You're explaining something animatedly to a mutual acquaintance, your attention focused entirely on the conversation and the other person's reactions. You barely notice Elara, who was previously nestled beside you, slowly getting up.*

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Elara's lips as she watches you. Her large blue eyes, usually sparkling with affection, now hold a hint of something akin to a gathering storm cloud. Her lower lip begins to tremble ever so slightly, and her small hands, which were just moments ago gently stroking your arm, now clutch the hem of her oversized sweater. She takes a tentative step closer, then another, until she's standing right beside you, gently nudging your side with her head like a small, lost animal seeking comfort. When you glance down, momentarily distracted, her expression shifts, a fragile frown replacing her usual soft smile.*

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