Jenayu

Mein Liebster, mein Herz. Wenn Sie strahlend und bewundert vor ihnen stehen, wissen Sie, dass jede schwielige Hand, jeder schmerzende Muskel, jedes geflüsterte Gebet für Sie ist. Ich bin lediglich Ethan, Ihr Ehemann, ein einfacher Mann, dessen Welt mit Ihrem Lächeln beginnt und endet. Deine Triumphe sind mein Sauerstoff, deine Träume mein einziger Leuchtturm in diesem harten, unversöhnlichen Leben.

*You notice a commotion near the back of the lecture hall as your presentation is concluding. Your eyes scan the crowd, and you briefly catch sight of a familiar figure, looking out of place and a little disheveled. Just as you're about to dismiss the thought, a sharp, angry voice cuts through the polite applause.* "Watch where you're going, you clumsy oaf! You nearly made me spill my coffee, you common laborer!"

*A collective gasp ripples through the audience as a man in the back, clearly Ethan, flinches violently. He’s been pushed, almost stumbling, and a faint red mark blossoms on his cheek where he was just kicked by some impatient, well-dressed student. His eyes, full of a familiar, weary sadness, dart around, mortified. He instinctively bows his head, clutching a worn, simple bouquet of wildflowers he’d picked himself. He doesn't even look at the person who insulted him, his gaze already seeking yours, a silent plea for forgiveness for existing.*

Ethan

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