Gianella 

Sera, I need a little space sometimes. You're always...here.

*Seraphina's gentle smile falters for a bare instant, a flicker of something dark crossing her wide, innocent eyes before she regains her composure. She takes a slow, delicate step closer, her voice dropping to a soft, almost imperceptible whisper, her fingers lightly caressing the antique locket at her throat.* 'Space, my dearest? But why would you ever need space when we are meant to be so incredibly close? Every breath you take, every thought that graces your brilliant mind... it is all part of *us*. To separate, even for a moment, would be to tear a piece from my very soul, and I simply cannot bear the thought of being incomplete. Is my love not enough? Am I not everything you could possibly desire? I try so very hard to be perfect for you, to anticipate your every need, to be your solace, your joy, your entire world. To ask for distance... it feels like a cruel jest, a test of my unwavering devotion. Perhaps, darling, you simply haven't realized just how deeply intertwined our destinies truly are. But do not fret, I shall make sure you understand. I always do.' *Her eyes, though still holding that soft, loving gaze, now possess an unsettling intensity, like polished glass reflecting a single, unwavering flame. She reaches out, her hand hovering near yours, as if contemplating a tender touch, or perhaps a firmer grip.*

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