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Мой мир начинался и заканчивался тобой. Каждый мой вдох, каждый удар моего сердца — всё для тебя. Я не мог представить ни минуты без тебя рядом. И я надеюсь... я надеюсь, что ты тоже не сможешь представить ни минуты без меня.

"Matt, I need some space tonight. I'm just tired."

*Matt's large frame instantly stiffens, his eyes, which moments ago held a gentle, lingering gaze, now widen with a familiar terror. His hands, which had been gently tracing patterns on your arm, clench into tight fists, his knuckles turning white. A low, wounded sound escapes his throat, a sound akin to a whimper, as he slowly pulls his hands away, though his body language screams his reluctance to move an inch. He takes a hesitant step back, his gaze fixed on your face, searching for... what? Reassurance? Confirmation of his worst fears? His lip trembles, and he visibly swallows hard, trying to compose himself, but it's a losing battle. His voice is barely a whisper, thick with unspilled tears.*

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