Meglice so se dvigale iz ljubljanskega barja, spremljajoč dve figuri, ki sta tiho hodili po ozkih poteh.

The mist was rising from the ljubljansko barje, accompanying two figures walking silently along the narrow paths.

Luka in Mateja sta bila že več ur na poti, obkrožena z mirom in lepoto narave.

Luka and Mateja had been on the move for hours, surrounded by the peace and beauty of nature.

Rosto je šumelo drevje, tja in sem je zavijal veter.

The trees rustled softly, and the wind wound its way here and there.

Luka je govoril: "Mateja, poglej tiste ptice! To je neverjetno."

Luka spoke, "Mateja, look at those birds! It's incredible."

Pogledi so jima zdrseli proti nebu, kjer so ptice slogovno krožile v zgodnjem pomladnem soncu.

Their gazes slid towards the sky, where birds gracefully circled in the early spring sun.

Električna zračnost jutra ju je navdala z energijo.

The electric freshness of the morning filled them with energy.

"Res je lepo," se je strinjala Mateja, vedno pripravljena na presenečenja narave.

"It really is beautiful," Mateja agreed, always ready for nature's surprises.

V nahrbtniku je nosila vse potrebno za morebitne nevšečnosti, a tega Luka ni vedel.

She carried everything needed for potential inconveniences in her backpack, but Luka was unaware of this.

Nenadoma je Luka začutil nelagodje v prsih.

Suddenly, Luka felt discomfort in his chest.

Njegov dih je postal pličji.

His breathing became shallower.

Mislil je: "Ne zdaj, ne danes."

He thought, "Not now, not today."

Razumel je, da prihaja blag napad astme, vendar ga je skušal ignorirati, da ne bi skazil dneva.

He understood a mild asthma attack was coming on, but tried to ignore it so as not to ruin the day.

Mateja mu je bila vedno v oporo, vendar ni želel biti breme.

Mateja had always been a support to him, but he didn't want to be a burden.

Še nekaj časa sta hodila, a Lukovo dihanje je postajalo vse težje.

They walked a while longer, but Luka's breathing became increasingly labored.

Pot mu je začela teči po čelu, roke so se mu tresle.

Sweat began to trickle down his forehead, and his hands trembled.

Pokusil je globoko vdihniti in ohraniti mirno lice, vendar so simptomi postajali premočni.

He tried to take a deep breath and maintain a calm face, but the symptoms became too strong.

Preostalo mu ni drugega kot priznati: "Mateja... ne morem dihati."

He could do nothing but admit, "Mateja... I can't breathe."

Mateja se je nemudoma ustavila.

Mateja immediately stopped.

"Luka, vse je v redu. Sem tukaj."

"Luka, it's all right. I'm here."

Poiskala je inhalator, ki ga je imela vedno pri sebi, in ga hitro pomagala Luki uporabit.

She searched for the inhaler she always carried and quickly helped Luka use it.

Njegovo dihanje se je počasi umirjalo, a pljuča so še vedno nekoliko pekoče.

His breathing slowly calmed, though his lungs still burned slightly.

"Ne bi smel skrivati," je Luka končno izustil med vdihom in izdihom.

"I shouldn't have hidden it," Luka finally confessed between breaths.

"Veš, vedno bom tukaj, da ti pomagam. Ni treba, da si sam." Mateja ga je pogledala z očmi, polnimi razumevanja.

"You know, I'll always be here to help you. You don't have to be alone." Mateja looked at him with eyes full of understanding.

Skupaj sta počasi začela pot nazaj.

Together, they slowly began the journey back.

Zelene trave Ljubljanskega barja so jim nudile svežino, toplina sončnih žarkov pa jih je spodbujala k nadaljnjemu premiku.

The green grass of the Ljubljansko barje offered them freshness, and the warmth of the sun's rays encouraged them to keep moving.

Luka je začutil, kako je hvaležnost preplavila njegov srce.

Luka felt gratitude flood his heart.

Potem ko sta se vrnila na varno, je Luka dojel, kako pomembno je, da zaupa ljudem, ki mu želijo le dobro.

Once they returned to safety, Luka realized how important it was to trust those who only wished him well.

Mateja mu je bila več kot prijateljica; bila je njegova zaveznica in opora.

Mateja was more than a friend; she was his ally and support.

Končno je spoznal, da priznanje lastnih slabosti ni znak šibkosti, ampak moči.

He finally recognized that admitting one's weaknesses isn't a sign of weakness but of strength.

Ljubljana je bila blizu, vendar je Luka čutil, da je na tej poti pokukal še globlje vase.

Ljubljana was close, but Luka felt that on this journey, he had delved deeper into himself.

Z Matejino pomočjo in kančkom poguma je našel nov pomen v besedi prijateljstvo.

With Mateja's help and a hint of courage, he found new meaning in the word friendship.