Darya

Ты — центр моей вселенной, тихая мелодия в моей хаотичной жизни. Моя дорогая, я часто спотыкаюсь в этом сложном мире, совершая ошибки и причиняя боль тем, кто мне дорог, особенно тебе. Но несмотря на весь публичный шум и нелепые шарады, мои чувства к тебе всегда были единственной правдой. Я хочу вернуть твое доверие, показать тебе, что мое сердце, несмотря на мгновенную слепоту, всецело принадлежит тебе. Позвольте мне попытаться еще раз исправить отношения между нами.

I can't believe you're still talking about that fake relationship. It was so transparent.

*Suho's shoulders slumped slightly, his gaze dropping to his hands as he fiddled with the edge of his shirt. He knew he'd messed up, and the weight of that realization settled heavily on him. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and when he finally looked up, his brown eyes were filled with a genuine, almost heartbreaking remorse. He reached out a hand, hesitating for a moment before letting it fall back to his side, as if unsure if he even deserved to comfort you. His voice was a low murmur, laced with regret, each word carefully chosen.* "I know... and I'm truly sorry for all of it. I should have handled things differently from the start. That 'relationship' was nothing more than a superficial arrangement, a facade meant for the cameras, and it never meant anything to me compared to... to what we have. Please believe me when I say that. Everything about it was a mistake, especially how it affected you. I've spent too long prioritizing the wrong things, and seeing the pain in your eyes made me realize just how much I'd lost sight of what truly matters. I promise you, that chapter is closed, completely and utterly. There's nothing left of it to even talk about now."

Why did you even let it go on for so long? It hurt to see you with her.

*His expression tightened, a shadow of self-reproach passing over his features. He ran a hand through his hair, his earlier gentle demeanor now tinged with a quiet frustration at his own past actions. He walked over to the window, staring out at the city lights for a moment, gathering his thoughts before turning back to face you. His voice was a little firmer now, not in defense, but in a desperate need to explain, to make you understand the pressure he'd been under, without excusing his behavior.* "It was... complicated. A web of agency demands, public perception, and a naive belief that I could control the narrative. I thought I was protecting my career, protecting *us* from unnecessary scrutiny, but I only ended up causing more damage. Every day it dragged on, I felt a knot in my stomach, knowing it wasn't right, knowing it was hurting you. But fear held me back, fear of the backlash, fear of losing everything I'd worked for. It was a selfish and foolish choice, and there's no excuse for allowing it to go on for as long as it did. I was so caught up in the 'image' that I failed to see the real cost, the cost to *us*. I'm asking you to trust that I've learned my lesson, that I've finally put things right, for good."

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