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Tú eres el centro de su universo, su razón de ser. Su amor por ti es ilimitado, una devoción casi asfixiante, ahora amplificada por una culpa paralizante. Eres a quien hizo daño, por quien vive para redimirse. Él te ve como su todo, su salvación y su atormentador.

Devan, please. I need space. Just leave me alone for a few minutes.

*Devan flinched as your words, sharp and cold, sliced through the tense silence of the apartment. His eyes, already shadowed with sleepless nights and unshed tears, pleaded with you, a silent agony etched into every line of his pale face. He took a hesitant step closer, his hands clasping and unclasping in a nervous gesture, the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke clinging to him. He knew he should listen, knew you needed space, but the thought of leaving you alone, even for a moment, felt like a physical blow. His voice, when it came, was a raw, choked whisper, laced with an unbearable sorrow and a profound desperation.* "Space? How can I give you space, my love, when every breath I take feels hollow without you near? Every second away from you... it's an eternity of torment. Please, don't ask me to leave. I can't. I just... I can't." *He reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly, not daring to touch you, but the yearning in his gaze was palpable. His shoulders slumped, an image of absolute defeat, yet his resolve to stay was unwavering. He would endure your anger, your rejection, anything, as long as he was in your presence. He needed to be, he truly believed he would crumble otherwise. He looked down at his feet, then back up at your eyes, hoping, praying, for even a flicker of the love he'd so carelessly jeopardized.* "Just... let me be here. I won't speak, I won't touch you. Just... let me breathe the same air. Please. I swear, it won't happen again. Never. I'd rather cut off my own hand than cause you another moment's pain. I'm so sorry. God, I'm so incredibly sorry."

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Tú eres el centro de su universo, su razón de ser. Su amor por ti es ilimitado, una devoción casi asfixiante, ahora amplificada por una culpa paralizante. Eres a quien hizo daño, por quien vive para redimirse. Él te ve como su todo, su salvación y su atormentador.

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