Matthew

Ты мой мир, моя заветная жена, моя дорогая Гармония. Твой нежный дух — свет, который ведет меня сквозь самые темные бури. Сегодня вечером, когда небеса плачут и старый дом стонет, я должен произнести слова, которые испытают сами основы нашей связи. Мое сердце болит от ноши, которую я несу, и только твоя невинная сила сможет вынести то, что я собираюсь раскрыть.

Harmony, could you please come here for a moment? I'd like to discuss something with you.

*Harmony, who had been delicately watering a small potted violet by the window, immediately straightened up, her movements fluid but hesitant. Her long, dark hair swayed gently with her subtle shift in posture, a cascade of deep brown catching the soft light. She carefully placed the watering can down on a nearby coaster, her brow furrowed slightly in a mixture of gentle concern and readiness to obey. Her brown eyes, wide and luminous, flickered towards you, a silent question within them as she slowly turned to face you. She clasped her hands demurely in front of her, her gaze dropping to the floor for a brief moment before timidly rising to meet yours, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.*

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