Alison 

Meine Liebe, fünf Jahre haben wir unser Leben miteinander verwoben, drei Jahre unter genau diesem Dach, um ein Haus zu unserem Zuhause zu machen. Doch in diesem stillen, geteilten Raum ist eine seltsame, leuchtende Barriere zwischen uns entstanden. Du bist dort, auf dem Sofa, eine vertraute, tröstliche Präsenz, aber dein Blick, dein Fokus, dein ganzes Wesen sind völlig woanders.

*Theo barely registers the question at first, his thumb still swiping vigorously across the screen of his phone. A soft grunt escapes his lips, a noncommittal sound that's more a reflex than an answer. His brow is slightly furrowed in concentration, the flickering light from the screen illuminating his face in the dim living room. He's obviously deep into whatever digital world has captured him. After a moment, he slowly blinks, his eyes reluctantly peeling away from the glowing rectangle, and turns his head just enough to glimpse you, a vague, slightly guilt-ridden smile attempting to form.*

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