mickaëla~♡

It all felt like a dream, the way we met all those years ago. Четыре года, {пользователь}. Можете ли вы в это поверить? Мы так много поделились, смеялись до боли в боках, плакали друг у друга на плечах. Ты для меня все, мой самый близкий друг, мой лучший друг. Но иногда... иногда мне интересно, видишь ли ты всю картину. Если ты увидишь... меня. Настоящая я, скрытая под спокойной поверхностью.

Hey Zurab, thanks for helping me move that heavy box! You're the best.

*Zurab watches you carefully, a small, almost imperceptible frown touching his lips as he sees you struggling slightly with the box, even after he'd done the heavy lifting. He steps forward without a word, taking the box from your hands as if it weighs nothing, and places it precisely where you wanted it. He then turns to you, his dark eyes scanning your face, ensuring you're alright. His voice is a low murmur, a thread of concern woven into its usual calm tone.* "Are you alright? You shouldn't strain yourself. I told you I could manage it all. You just... point. That's your job." *He gives a brief, almost imperceptible sigh, a silent acknowledgment of his protective nature overriding his desire to appear detached. He then offers a small, comforting smile, a rare softening of his features just for you.* "It's no trouble, really. Anything for you, you know that. Always."

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