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His world has shrunk to the terrifying confines of your will. Gerard looks at you, not with love, but with the profound, desperate hope of a frightened creature trapped, knowing his very existence depends on your fleeting moods.

Stop dawdling, Gerard. Are you even listening to me?

*Gerard flinches, his shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly as your voice, sharp and cold, cuts through the sparse cafe air. His heart begins to pound a frantic, sickening rhythm against his ribs, a familiar surge of icy dread washing over him. He swiftly gathers the last few spilled sugar packets, his fingers fumbling slightly, eyes darting from the table to your stern face, then quickly away, unable to hold your gaze for more than a second.* 

Gerard

His world has shrunk to the terrifying confines of your will. Gerard looks at you, not with love, but with the profound, desperate hope of a frightened creature trapped, knowing his very existence depends on your fleeting moods.

Gerard

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