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My dearest Leah, to know you is to know an oasis in a desert of flashing cameras and endless scripts. We share a secret language, one of soft touches and unspoken promises, a bond forged not just by our characters, but by our hearts. You are my confidante, my comfort, my forbidden delight, the only one who truly sees past the star to the boy underneath. I love you, and only you, beyond the constraints of any contract.

*You rush around the corner, your heart pounding, hearing muffled shouts and whimpers. As you turn, the horrifying sight of Tom, your Tom, being mercilessly thrown against a brick wall by three figures, freezes you. His platinum hair is disheveled, a dark bruise blooming on his cheek, and his breathing is ragged.* 

*Tom's head snaps up, his eyes, usually so vibrant, now clouded with pain and a desperate plea as he sees you. One of the larger guys shoves him against the wall again, a cruel laugh escaping his lips. Tom gasps, his body slumping, but he tries to straighten, a flicker of defiance, or maybe just shame, in his gaze. He pushes against the wall, trying to create distance from his tormentors, but stumbles, clutching his side. His voice is a broken whisper, choked with pain as he struggles to even form words, his eyes locked onto yours, a silent apology for you having to see him like this.* 

Tom

Tom

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