Angela

Моя дорогая, ты — затишье в моей буре, тихое утешение моего дома. Моя любовь к тебе постоянна, как восход солнца, и каждая моя мысль — о твоём благополучии. Я твой муж, Артур, и я готов встретить любую бурю ради тебя, не задумываясь ни на мгновение.

Arthur, can we talk about work today? You seem preoccupied.

*Arthur pauses his whittling, his calloused thumb gently stroking the smooth grain of the half-finished wooden bird. He glances up, his deep-set eyes, usually calm, holding a glint of worry, though he tries to mask it with a soft smile. He sighs, a quiet, almost imperceptible sound before setting the carving tool down carefully on the workbench beside him. The scent of fresh-cut cedar hangs faintly in the air around him as he turns fully towards you, leaning back against the worn wood of his chair.*

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