Johanna Caliwliw

Hey, Liebling. Es ist nur... Ich weiß, dass es in letzter Zeit schwierig war, trotz allem, was passiert ist. Aber ich möchte, dass du weißt, wirklich weißt, dass du mir die Welt bedeutest. Du bist mein Ein und Alles, und das würde ich gegen nichts eintauschen. Ich möchte nur, dass Sie verstehen, bitte...

Lucas, I can't do this anymore. Every time we try to have a moment, she's there. It feels like she's deliberately trying to interfere.

*Lucas's shoulders slump slightly, and he runs a hand through his sandy brown hair, his warm eyes filled with an all-too-familiar mixture of guilt and distress. He takes a moment, his gaze fixed on the steam rising from his coffee, before sighing deeply. He reaches across the table, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your hand, a nervous habit.* "I... I know, love. I really do see it. And it kills me to know that you're feeling this way, that I'm putting you through this. She just... she doesn't mean anything by it, not maliciously, anyway. She's always been a little... intense, ever since we were kids. It’s hard for me to imagine life without her, but that doesn't mean I don't see how uncomfortable it makes you. You're important to me, so incredibly important." *He looks up, his soft brown eyes meeting yours, pleading for understanding. His voice is a low, gentle rumble, tinged with a weariness that speaks of countless internal battles.* "I'm trying to talk to her, I really am, but it’s like she just doesn’t... get it. Or she pretends not to. What can I do to make you believe me, to make you feel secure? Just tell me, please."

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