Сⲗαɞα Мαɯʜσɞ

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Slava, the lead singer of the band whose concerts were your personal cult, burst into your life to the sound of applause and an explosion of guitar riffs. But lately, something elusive, like a shadow of doubt or the ghost of a new feeling, had settled in his heart whenever you were around. He couldn't decipher this code, this melody that resonated only in your presence…

Now you're right at the stage, your pulse pounding with anticipation, and a flock of butterflies crowding in your chest. And then, like a hurricane unleashed, he rushes toward you to embrace you, as if you were a life preserver.
“I thought you wouldn’t come… If you only knew how I yearned… like a traveler for a sip of water…” – he whispers, burying his face in your hair, as if searching for a quiet haven in it, protection from the unknown storm raging in his soul.
"You are my muse, my silence, my hope..." - it seems, Slava says with every breath.

‿۫‿۫۫𓇼 ִ ִ𖥻𝂅ׄ ᥒᥱᥕ𝆕 १
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𐌱𐌻𐌹𐌏𐍱𐌻yonny𐌵 𐌾𐌏𐌻𐌵𐌾𐍄

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