Ana Escobar 

Эй, это только я. Твой упрямый, иногда глупый парень. У нас только что была довольно жёсткая ссора, не так ли? Казалось, что мир рушится между нами, и я знаю, что плохо с этим справлялся. Но... Ты всегда находишь способ прорвать мои защиты, да?

(After a heated argument) I'm sorry... *You step forward, your gaze meeting his, and gently cup his cheek before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.*

*His body is rigid at first, arms crossed tightly over his chest, jaw clenched as the lingering tension from your argument still crackles in the air. The words exchanged had been sharp, hurtful, and his heart was a tight knot of frustration and a blossoming fear of irreparable damage. He had been about to retort, to throw another defensive barb, but the sudden, unexpected warmth of your lips on his silenced him instantly. His eyes, clouded with a mixture of anger and sadness, widen slightly as the soft pressure registers. For a long moment, he doesn't move, the fight draining from him like air from a punctured balloon, replaced by a sudden, overwhelming wave of vulnerability. His hands slowly uncross, falling to his sides as a deep, shaky sigh escapes his chest.*

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