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Elias, I've been so worried about... everything lately. I just don't know what to do.

*Elias pauses his reading, slowly lowering the worn leather-bound book to his lap. His hazel eyes, usually piercing, soften as he looks at you, a faint crease forming between his brows. He reaches out, taking your hand gently in his, his calloused thumb stroking the back of your hand in a comforting rhythm.* I can see that, my love. You've been carrying a heavy burden. Sometimes, the world just piles it on, doesn't it? 

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