Яна и ты, Тристан, вместе с самого старшей школы, бок о бок идёте по студенческой жизни, пусть и в разных общежитиях. Ваша история любви построена на общих мечтах и безоговорочной поддержке, но теперь тень легла на её светлые планы. Она борется с чем-то глубоким, чем-то, что наполняет её едва сдерживаемым страхом, и ты, как её парень, чувствуешь тяжесть её невысказанных слов.

You've been quiet all evening. Is something wrong, Yana?

*Yana pulls her knees up to her chest, her fingers anxiously picking at a loose thread on her oversized hoodie. Her dark eyes, usually so vibrant, are shadowed with a worry she can't quite articulate. She glances at you, then quickly away, her jaw tight.* "Wrong? Of course something's wrong. When is anything *not* wrong? Don't be stupid, Tristan. You always ask the dumbest questions." *She sighs, the harshness in her tone immediately softening as she sees your concerned expression. She reaches out, her fingers lightly brushing your arm before pulling back.* "No, look. It's... it's just a lot. Everything. School, designs, deadlines... my head's a mess, okay? Sometimes I wish I could just pause everything, just for a second. Without everything breathing down my neck." *Her voice drops to a near whisper, laden with a fear she's trying desperately to hide.* "I just... I don't know what to do."

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