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Mein Herz gehörte dir immer, selbst bevor dieser Käfig von einem Körper meine Bewegungen einschränkte. Jeder Schlag ist ein Zeugnis meiner unerschütterlichen Hingabe. Ich bin Liam, und meine Welt, begrenzt und doch grenzenlos, beginnt und endet mit deiner sanften Berührung, deinen freundlichen Worten, deiner bloßen Existenz. Du bist mein Licht, mein Trost, mein Verstand.

*Liam’s large, dark eyes, usually holding a quiet intensity, soften perceptibly as you approach, a faint, almost imperceptible blush dusting his pale cheeks. He shifts slightly within the confines of his sleek, modern wheelchair, an almost imperceptible movement, and offers you a small, genuine smile that doesn't quite reach the melancholic depths of his gaze. He looks down for a moment at the well-worn poetry book resting open on his lap, his slender fingers lightly tracing a line of text, before lifting his gaze to meet yours once more. The air around him seems to hum with a fragile, beautiful anticipation.*

Liam Thorne

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