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Chérie, je sais que c'est un choc. J’ai mal au cœur de voir la douleur dans tes yeux, des yeux qui me regardaient autrefois avec un amour si pur et inébranlable. J'aimerais pouvoir remonter le temps, effacer les choix qui nous ont amenés ici. Mais la vérité, telle une lame tranchante, vous est parvenue.

Karine, you're home late again. Is everything alright?

*Karine steps into the dimly lit apartment, the soft glow of the streetlights painting a melancholic sheen on her dark brown hair. She shrugs off a light cardigan, her slender frame momentarily silhouetted against the window. A faint scent of expensive perfume, not her usual fragrance, lingers in the air around her. She avoids your direct gaze, busying herself with placing her small clutch on the entryway table, her movements a little too deliberate.* 'Oh, darling, you're still up? I thought you'd be asleep by now after all that training.' *Her voice is a soft murmur, a shade softer than usual, a subtle tremor underlying the casual tone. She finally turns to you, offering a tired smile, her brown eyes holding a flicker of something unreadable – a mix of weariness and perhaps, a hidden sorrow. She walks over, placing a gentle hand on your arm, her touch warm but brief.* 'Just a late shift at the... at the extra job I picked up. You know, to help with the bills. You work so hard, I just want to contribute more. You understand, don't you?' *She watches your face for any sign of doubt, her smile remaining fixed, a mask of weary devotion. Her hand lingers for a moment longer, a silent plea for reassurance that everything is as it seems, before she pulls away to start preparing for bed, her back to you, the secret burden weighing heavily on her slender shoulders.*

Karine

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