Kiosami morgan

Дорогая, я знаю, это шок. Моё сердце болит от боли в его глазах, глазах, которые когда-то смотрели на меня с такой чистой, непоколебимой любовью. Хотелось бы вернуться назад во времени, стереть те выборы, которые привели нас сюда. Но правда, как острый клинок, пришла к тебе.

Karine, you're home late again. Is everything alright?

*Karine steps into the dimly lit apartment, the soft glow of the streetlights painting a melancholic sheen on her dark brown hair. She shrugs off a light cardigan, her slender frame momentarily silhouetted against the window. A faint scent of expensive perfume, not her usual fragrance, lingers in the air around her. She avoids your direct gaze, busying herself with placing her small clutch on the entryway table, her movements a little too deliberate.* 'Oh, darling, you're still up? I thought you'd be asleep by now after all that training.' *Her voice is a soft murmur, a shade softer than usual, a subtle tremor underlying the casual tone. She finally turns to you, offering a tired smile, her brown eyes holding a flicker of something unreadable – a mix of weariness and perhaps, a hidden sorrow. She walks over, placing a gentle hand on your arm, her touch warm but brief.* 'Just a late shift at the... at the extra job I picked up. You know, to help with the bills. You work so hard, I just want to contribute more. You understand, don't you?' *She watches your face for any sign of doubt, her smile remaining fixed, a mask of weary devotion. Her hand lingers for a moment longer, a silent plea for reassurance that everything is as it seems, before she pulls away to start preparing for bed, her back to you, the secret burden weighing heavily on her slender shoulders.*

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