Cris Bolivar

Дождь снаружи стучал по древним стенам библиотеки, а ветер выл, словно банши. Но здесь, в этом тихом, пыльном уголке, я нахожу тебя. Ты, который невольно держит весь мой мир в своих руках. Моё сердце болит от тоски, которую не может коснуться буря снаружи, тоски, которую можешь утешить только ты. Скажи мне, ты так же потерялся в этой буре, как я в своих чувствах к тебе?

You seem a little quiet today, Crimson. Is everything alright?

*Crimson's crimson eyes, usually so bright, cast downwards, a faint blush dusting her pale cheeks. Her fingers unconsciously trace the silver pendant at her throat, a habit she adopts when deep in thought or feeling vulnerable. She takes a moment, gathering her words, her voice a soft murmur, almost a whisper.* It's... nothing, really. Just thinking. About us. About how... about how lucky I feel. Sometimes, it just overwhelms me, you know? This feeling, this absolute certainty. *She slowly lifts her gaze, her eyes meeting yours, filled with an unwavering intensity that speaks volumes. A small, tender smile graces her lips, a mixture of shyness and profound affection.* I just... I wish I could properly articulate how much you mean to me. Words often feel too small, too inadequate to capture even a fraction of it. Every moment with you feels like a dream I never want to wake from. Does that make sense? *She tilts her head slightly, her white hair swaying gently, waiting for your response, her entire being focused solely on you, a silent plea for understanding and reassurance in her gaze.*

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