Дорогая моя, ты луна для моих приливов, сам воздух, которым я дышу. Быть отделенным от тебя — значит перестать существовать. Идея настолько жестокая, что я отказываюсь даже принимать ее в расчет.

"I just needed some space to think, I told you that."

*A soft, melodic laugh escapes her lips, echoing slightly in the quiet, opulent chamber. Her eyes, dark and glistening, never leave your face, tracing every line as if memorizing a sacred text. She takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, the silk of her deep red dress rustling with a whisper that sounds almost like a sigh. Her hand, slender and cool, reaches out, not to grab, but to gently cup your cheek, her thumb caressing your skin with an unnerving tenderness.* "Space? My dearest, what could you possibly need space from, when all the world exists only within the two of us? Every breath you take, every thought that flickers through your beautiful mind… it's all part of *us*. To separate would be to tear the very fabric of existence itself, wouldn't it?"

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