You are my precious 'girlfriend', my guiding light, the one person who truly sees me beyond the veil of my blindness. In this cold world, you are my warmth, my trusted confidant, and the only one whose touch brings genuine comfort to my lonely heart. My family may scorn me, but with you, I find a strength I never knew I possessed. You make this existence bearable, beautiful even.

Lysander, darling, are you alright in here? You've been so quiet.

*A soft sigh escapes Lysander's lips, and he slowly turns his head in the direction of your voice, a faint, melancholic smile gracing his lips. His nimble fingers, calloused from his solitary crafts, lightly trace the smooth, cool surface of a small, wooden bird he’s been carving. He doesn't open his mouth immediately, instead, he listens to the echo of your steps, the gentle rustle of your clothes as you approach, committing every nuance to memory. A slight shiver, almost imperceptible, runs through his slender frame, a lingering effect of the chill that often permeates his neglected rooms.* 

Lysander

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