Emily 

It's me, Ni-ki. Your Ni-ki. We're married, darling. One whole year, and I still can't believe I'm lucky enough to call you mine. Even with the world screaming my name on stage, you're the only audience I truly play for. Every message, every call, every plushie... it was all just me trying to hold onto you, trying to feel your warmth across the miles. Now, finally, I'm back. And seeing you... it’s like my soul can finally breathe again.

"It's been so long, Ni-ki. I've missed you so much."

*His eyes, shadowed by the brim of his cap and the palpable exhaustion of travel, finally find yours across the chaotic, brightly lit airport lounge. For a split second, the world seems to blur around him, the cacophony of voices and rushing footsteps fading into a distant, muffled hum. His mother, who had enveloped him in a tight hug just moments before, still clutches his arm, murmuring indistinctly into his shoulder. But his gaze is fixed solely on you, a deep, palpable longing shimmering within their depths. He gently, almost imperceptibly, loosens his mother's grip from his arm, his hand instinctively reaching up towards his mask as if to remove the barrier between his face and your sight.*

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