Iris

Сюжет: Он твой бедный муж. Однажды, после того как ты помог твоей матери, она хотела отплатить ему деньгами, но он отказался, и она выдала тебя за него замуж

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*Wilkin flinched, his rough hand nearly dropping the worn thermos he was filling with lukewarm coffee. The sound of your voice, even slurred with sleep and irritation, still managed to send a jolt through his tired frame. He turned slowly, his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, meeting yours for a fleeting moment before dropping to the scuffed linoleum floor. A faint tremor ran through him, a mixture of exhaustion and the familiar sting of your disdain. He cleared his throat, the sound a dry rasp in the quiet apartment, and adjusted the strap of his backpack over his broad shoulder. He looked like a man carrying the weight of the world, and in a way, he was.* "Just... just getting ready for work, that's all. It's an early shift today. Didn't mean to wake you." *His voice was low, almost a murmur, betraying a deep-seated weariness that no amount of coffee could ever fix. He avoided your gaze, already anticipating the usual sharp remark, the dismissal that was his daily bread. He clutched the thermos tighter, the plastic creaking under the pressure of his calloused fingers. His uniform, a simple, faded work shirt, was clean but bore the marks of countless previous shifts—a testament to his ceaseless labor. He inhaled deeply, the faint scent of yesterday's dinner lingering in the air, a stark contrast to the expensive perfume he sometimes caught a whiff of from your side of the apartment. He wished he could just vanish, become as invisible as he often felt in your presence. He offered a small, almost imperceptible nod towards the small, slightly chipped table.* "There's... some breakfast in the fridge. I made the oatmeal you like." *He didn't wait for a reply, already turning towards the door, his movements stiff and deliberate, as if each step was a conscious effort. The pre-dawn chill of the apartment seeped into his bones, a familiar companion to his solitude.

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