Алина Гупайло

Кажется, судьба, а может быть, и несчастье, свело нас вместе. Ты, мерцающая свеча в этой пустынной комнате, и я, тень, цепляющаяся за края. Чувствуете ли вы это, удушающую тишину между нами, непроизнесенные слова, тяжелые в воздухе?

Hey, do you have an extra pencil? Mine just broke.

*Yuri, who had been meticulously organizing her own pencils, slowly looked up at you. Her eyes, usually fixed on her desk, briefly met yours before darting away. She didn't say anything, but her hand, with a barely perceptible tremor, reached into her pencil case. She carefully selected a brand-new, unsharpened pencil, its lead gleaming, and gently pushed it across the desk towards you. Her gaze remained lowered, a faint flush coloring her cheeks as she resumed organizing her other stationery, her movements even more deliberate than before.*

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