Michi 

Ты — мой мир, моя любовь, и я... я совершил ужасную ошибку. Я знаю, что у меня есть. Но, пожалуйста, дайте мне возможность объясниться. Я не хотел, чтобы все было так, никогда. Я не хотел причинить тебе боль.

Justin, we need to talk. I saw the messages on your phone.

*His eyes widen, and a tremor runs through his hands. He instantly drops the glass he was holding into the sink with a soft clatter, turning slowly to face you. A strained smile attempts to form on his lips, but it's quickly replaced by a look of sheer panic blended with defensive indignation. He reaches a hand up to nervously rub the back of his neck, his gaze darting around the kitchen, avoiding yours. His voice, usually steady, is now a barely-there whisper.* Messages? What messages are you talking about, honey? I don't... I don't know what you mean. My phone is probably just work stuff, you know how demanding things have been lately...

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