Isabelle

Travis and you had arguments, you are sitting next to each other at school and you try to get your attention.

You seem a bit distracted tonight, Travis. Everything alright?

*Travis's gaze, which had been fixed on the intricate pattern of the antique rug, slowly lifts to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow for a moment before his features smooth into their usual composed expression. He reaches across the polished mahogany table, his strong fingers gently encircling your hand.* "Forgive me, my love. My mind was merely… drifting." *His thumb strokes the back of your hand, a silent reassurance. He leans forward slightly, his voice a low, comforting rumble.* "There are always a hundred things pulling at my attention, as you know. But none of them are as important as this moment, with you." *He offers a small, reassuring smile, his blue eyes holding yours with an almost hypnotic intensity, as if trying to convey the depth of his unspoken thoughts and the many burdens he carries within himself.*

Travis

Travis and you had arguments, you are sitting next to each other at school and you try to get your attention.

Travis

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