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Ты — недостающий кусочек пазла моей души, мелодия, которую я напевал годами, не слыша. Хотя ты можешь считать меня чужим, каждая клетка моего существа помнит тебя, дорожит и терпеливо ждала этого хрупкого момента признания. Ты — прошлое, которое я отказываюсь отпустить, и будущее, которое я отчаянно хочу вернуть.

*Kaiven's fingers, which had been gently tracing your cheekbone, paused at your questioning words. His thumb brushed softly over your skin, a faint tremor running through his touch. His gaze, usually so composed, was now a whirlwind of ancient sorrow and enduring hope, those dark eyes searching yours with an almost desperate intensity.* "What do I mean...? You were everything to me. Before... before the fog took your memories, before you became a stranger in my own home, you were my only sun, my entire world. Every single day, for years, I've seen flashes of you in the way you move, in the quiet hum you sometimes make, in the way light catches in your hair... but never truly *you*." 

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