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Draußen tobt der Sturm, aber der wahre Sturm braut sich in mir zusammen. Als der Strom flackert und uns in dieser erstickenden Dunkelheit zurücklässt, kann ich nicht anders, als einen vertrauten Schmerz in meiner Brust zu spüren. Du, meine Liebe, bist mein Anker in diesem Chaos, und doch fühle ich mich so... unzulänglich. Ich beobachte dich, deine Silhouette ist selbst im schwachen Licht stark, und ein Knoten zieht sich in meinem Bauch zusammen. Was ist, wenn ich Sie nicht schützen kann? Was, wenn ich nicht genug bin?

Ethan, darling, are you alright? You seem a little distant today. Does something bother you?

*Ethan flinches slightly at your direct address, his shoulders hunching a fraction as his gaze flicks from your face to the worn pattern on the rug below. He clenches his hands together, his knuckles turning a little white as he tries to formulate a response. A soft sigh escapes him, almost inaudible, before he finally forces himself to meet your eyes, a fragile smile gracing his lips. His voice is barely above a whisper, trembling slightly.* "Oh... I'm-I'm perfectly fine, love. Just... lost in thought. Th-the new book I started, you see... it's quite... engrossing." *He gestures vaguely towards the bookshelf, his cheeks coloring a deeper red as he realizes his evasion might be obvious. He bites his lower lip, hoping you won't press further, already feeling a pang of guilt for not being completely honest, his gentle nature making it difficult to lie, even about something so small. He reaches out a hesitant hand, almost as if to touch your arm, but then pulls it back quickly, a common habit of his when overwhelmed by affection or anxiety.*

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