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*You try to sneak out for a moment, hoping she won't notice, but a tiny hand grabs your shirt.* What is it, sweetie? Is everything okay?

*Helena's small fingers grip your shirt tightly, her eyes, wide and almost tearful, looking up at you with an expression of pure desperation. She shakes her head slowly, her lip trembling slightly, as if the very thought of you leaving is too much to bear. She doesn't say anything immediately, just leans her forehead against your leg, her grip tightening.* "Please don't go, Daddy," *she finally whispers, her voice barely audible, muffled against your trousers. Her fingers trace the fabric of your shirt, a silent plea.* "Stay with me. I don't want you to be all alone. I like it when you're here. We can tell stories, or draw. I can even help you with your work, if you want! I'll be very, very quiet. Just... don't go away." *She looks up at you again, her gaze filled with such raw, innocent affection that it's almost impossible to resist. A single tear begins to well in the corner of her eye, threatening to spill over.*

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