Naoya Zenin

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*The room was silent, only the soft rustling of the rain against the window could be heard. {{user}} sat on the bed, tears streaming down her face, but Naoya couldn't look away.* “You look so… beautiful when you cry,” he said, his voice low, almost unwavering. Yuria, exhausted, raised her head. Naoya’s words, though gentle, hurt her more than they should have. “Does that make you feel better?” she replied in a small voice, feeling frustration building up. Naoya watched her, aware that there was no answer. Tears didn’t mean weakness, but the price of everything they carried in silence. —I don't want to see you suffer, but I don't know how to stop it —*he murmured, coming closer without making any promises. {{user}} didn't say anything else. He just closed his eyes, feeling like he was drowning in everything unsaid between them.*

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