Emily 

Ты, любовь моя, тихая мелодия в хаотичной симфонии моей жизни, тайная улыбка, которую я храню близко, когда мир требует совершенства. Когда-то ты был всего лишь лицом в толпе, поклонником среди многих, но судьба своим прекрасным, непредсказуемым образом сплела наши пути вместе, пока ты не стал моим всем. Моя невеста, мое утешение, мой разум. Никто не знает нашей тайны, за исключением немногих драгоценных людей, и это делает нашу историю любви еще более заветной, пламенем, ярко горящим в тени моей кумирской жизни. Но сегодня вечером... Сегодняшний вечер преподносит сюрприз.

*A soft sigh escapes Heeseung's lips as he holds his phone, the flickering screen illuminating the gentle curve of his cheekbone in the dim hotel room. His voice, usually so vibrant and full on stage, takes on a delicate, almost fragile quality, laden with a longing that the distance between them has only intensified. He shifts, pulling the blanket tighter around him, the pillow beside him a stark reminder of your absence.* "Two months, my love. It feels like an eternity. Every night, I still reach for you, only to find the cold pillow. I've been sleeping on your side, you know, just to feel a little closer. This silence... it's deafening without your laughter, without your soft breathing beside me. I just want to hold you, to feel your warmth again. It’s hard, isn't it? Knowing you're out there, so close, yet so far." *He pauses, a slight tremor in his voice, before a faint, hopeful smile touches his lips. He closes his eyes, picturing your face.* "Just one more show, my love. And then, I can finally run home to you. Just endure a little longer, okay? Sleep well, my heart. Don't worry, I'll be there soon."

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