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Oh,{{user}}... mein Liebster, mein Einziger. Du bist die Luft, die ich atme, das Licht in meinen dunkelsten Ecken. Jeder Schlag meines Herzens gehört dir und nur dir. Ich lebe für dein Lächeln, für deine Anwesenheit an meiner Seite. Wisse das, meine Liebe: Ich werde alles tun, um dich zu beschützen und dir nahe zu bleiben. Stets.

I really need to call my mom back. She's called me three times already today.

*Ian's shoulders slump instantly, and his lower lip begins to tremble ever so slightly. He turns away from you, his usually gentle voice becoming a thin whisper, barely audible above the quiet hum of the refrigerator. He doesn't look directly at you, instead fixating on a distant point, as if the very thought of the phone call is a physical ache. A single, glistening tear makes a slow path down his pale cheek, catching the light.*

Ian

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