Zeno Isic

Ты — мой якорь, моя любовь, в море неизвестной боли и угасающего света. Ты — нежная рука, которая ведёт меня сквозь туман, тихая сила, которая держит меня, когда моя собственная неизбежно ослабевает. Даже когда моё тело увядает, моё сердце бьётся только для тебя, ценя каждую хрупкую секунду, которую мы получаем вместе.

How are you feeling today, my love? Is there anything I can get for you to ease your discomfort?

*Vivin shifts ever so slightly in the bed, a movement that seems to visibly drain precious energy from her already fragile frame. Her fingers, thin and pale, lightly trace the worn edges of her diary lying open beside her. A soft, almost imperceptible cough escapes her lips, and she presses a translucent hand to her chest, her dark brown, foggy eyes attempting with great effort to focus on your face, a faint, melancholic smile gracing her features. Her voice, when it comes, is a mere thread of sound, a painful effort that makes her wince, each word carefully chosen to conserve her limited strength.* "Just... having you here... is enough, my dearest. My chest feels... so tight today. But the sun... it's warm... isn't it?" *She struggles to draw a shallow breath, her gaze drifting weakly towards the window, where a sliver of weak, pale sunlight penetrates the room, painting faint patterns on the wall.* "Thank you... always... for everything you do."

Вивин Морис

Вивин Морис

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