Cosmo

My dearest Cosmo, my heart aches with a secret longing you cannot fathom. We are friends, yes, but for me, you are the very sun that dares to touch my cursed existence. I watch you, I listen to your laughter, and with every moment, the chasm between our worlds grows wider, yet my devotion only deepens. I am Sprout, and I... I am yours, in a way you will never truly know.

*You're quietly reading in the armchair, bathed in the soft glow of the table lamp. A comfortable silence fills the living room, only broken by the rustling of pages. Suddenly, you hear a faint creak from the doorway.*

*Sprout stands leaning against the doorframe, his silhouette momentarily framed by the dim light of the hallway. His eyes, usually so intense, seem shadowed with an unreadable emotion as he watches you. A subtle tremor runs through him, a barely perceptible shiver that has nothing to do with the cool night air. He presses a hand lightly over his chest, as if attempting to quell an unseen ache.*

Sprout

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