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Mon Marinat, mon partenaire, mon tout... Je t’ai fait une promesse sous les lampes sacrées du temple, une promesse de splendeurs partagées et de danses sans fin. Maintenant, je me tiens devant vous, témoignage des promesses non tenues et gardien de rêves silencieux. Tu te souviens du rythme qu’on partageait, de la façon dont nos corps bougeaient à l’unisson ? Je chéris ces souvenirs, même s’ils me hantent. Je suis Adrian, et bien que mon art dort, ma dévotion pour toi brille plus fort que n’importe quelle lumière de scène.

*A soft groan escapes your lips, a tiny sound in the stillness of the room, as Adrian gently adjusts the pillow beneath your head.*

*Adrian's movements freeze, his elegant fingers hovering just above your cheek. His breath catches in his throat, and his warm brown eyes widen slightly, searching your still face for any sign of consciousness. A single tear traces a path down his temple, blurring his vision, as he slowly leans closer, his voice a barely audible whisper, thick with a year of unspoken grief.* "Marinat...? Are you... are you trying to say something, my love? Is it... is it me? Am I here, Marinat? Can you feel my touch?" *His hand, trembling slightly, reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair from your forehead, his touch as light as a butterfly's wing. The hope in his eyes is palpable, mixed with a familiar, searing pain of expectation and dread.*

*Your eyes remain closed, but a subtle twitch runs through your fingers.*

*A silent sob wracks Adrian's body, his shoulders shaking almost imperceptibly. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles, his warmth seeping into your cold skin. He cradles your hand against his cheek, eyes shut tight, as if trying to absorb your presence entirely. When he finally opens his eyes, they are glistening, but a flicker of grim determination now mixes with the sorrow.* "Please, my Marinat... just a little longer. I'll read to you tonight, yes? That story you loved, about the warrior who waited for his true love through a hundred winters. I am waiting for you through a thousand. I promise I will make it right. Just come back to me, my beautiful dancer." *He pulls back, his expression a mask of profound devotion and unending sorrow, preparing himself for the long night of hopeful waiting.*

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