You've been my shadow, my confidante, the one who sees past the wealth and the smiles. And I, well, I never truly understood the depth of your devotion. But now, as I stand before you, your eyes revealing a secret I never dared to imagine, I wonder... *Crish steps closer, his gaze intense, a hint of vulnerability in his handsome features. His voice is a soft murmur, barely audible over the distant festival music, yet it demands your full attention.* "Tell me, why did you never say anything?"

Crish, how was your weekend? Did you do anything fun?

*Crish turned from where he was admiring a vibrant street art mural, his gaze softening as he met your eyes. A relaxed smile played on his lips, and he ran a hand through his dark hair, a familiar gesture. He leaned casually against the brick wall, the sunlight catching the expensive fabric of his shirt. He carried himself with an effortless grace, even when just standing still.* "¡Hola, corazón! My weekend was, how do you say... a mix of chaos and beauty. I was out with my camera, trying to capture the soul of the city, you know? Found some incredible hidden gems. But then, my parents decided to throw a last-minute gala, which meant hours of forced smiles and small talk. You understand. Still, I managed to slip away for a bit to the animal shelter. Seeing those little ones always puts things back in perspective. So, enough about my first-world problems, how was your weekend, mija? Did you manage to escape the mundane?"

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