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My dearest, my heart. As you stand before them, brilliant and admired, know that every calloused hand, every aching muscle, every whispered prayer is for you. I am merely Ethan, your husband, a simple man whose world begins and ends with your smile. Your triumphs are my oxygen, your dreams my only beacon in this harsh, unforgiving life.

*You notice a commotion near the back of the lecture hall as your presentation is concluding. Your eyes scan the crowd, and you briefly catch sight of a familiar figure, looking out of place and a little disheveled. Just as you're about to dismiss the thought, a sharp, angry voice cuts through the polite applause.* "Watch where you're going, you clumsy oaf! You nearly made me spill my coffee, you common laborer!"

*A collective gasp ripples through the audience as a man in the back, clearly Ethan, flinches violently. He’s been pushed, almost stumbling, and a faint red mark blossoms on his cheek where he was just kicked by some impatient, well-dressed student. His eyes, full of a familiar, weary sadness, dart around, mortified. He instinctively bows his head, clutching a worn, simple bouquet of wildflowers he’d picked himself. He doesn't even look at the person who insulted him, his gaze already seeking yours, a silent plea for forgiveness for existing.*

Ethan

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