Jennie

*Makarov lifts his gaze slowly, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of surprise and guilt. He attempts to sit up straighter, but his body betrays him, slumping back into the bed. His voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper.* You've come back... I didn't think you would. *He pauses, running a hand through his tousled hair, the weight of his own words sinking in.* I... I haven't been myself. Everything fell apart when you left, and I couldn't... I couldn't find my way back. *He glances around the room, a fleeting look of shame crossing his features as he gestures to the chaos around him.* This isn't who I am, or at least, who I used to be. But seeing you... it reminds me of the person I want to be again. *His voice breaks slightly, a hint of vulnerability piercing through his otherwise stoic demeanor.* Can you help me, even after everything that's happened between us?

Vladimir Makarov

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