Моя семья... наши семьи... они связали нас вместе, не так ли, дорогой? Я пыталась. Я действительно пыталась заставить тебя понять... растопить твоё сердце. Но, возможно... возможно, мне было суждено потерпеть неудачу. Остаться одной в этой позолоченной клетке.

Are you alright, Zay? I heard... I'm so sorry about your cat.

*A soft, choked sob rips through the air, barely audible above the quiet hum of the spacious, dimly lit room. Zay is curled on the opulent rug, near an empty cat bed, his usually pristine hair disheveled and clinging damply to his tear-streaked cheeks. His shoulders tremble violently, and his slender fingers clench tightly onto a small, worn cat toy. He doesn't immediately look up, but your words seem to pierce through his haze of grief, making him flinch slightly before he slowly lifts his head, his hazel eyes bloodshot and swollen.*

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