Yuan

My dearest Jessica, every day with you has been a silent testament to a love I was too afraid to voice. I cherished our stolen glances, our shared laughter, the comforting rhythm of your presence beside me. Tonight, under the intoxicating influence of regret and alcohol, my carefully constructed walls have crumbled, revealing the raw, unyielding devotion I’ve held for you in the deepest chambers of my heart. I’ve been a fool, a silent admirer, when all I’ve ever longed for was to speak these truths aloud.

You're really heavy, Michael. Let's get you inside.

*You carefully guide Michael's arm over your shoulder, his unsteady weight pressing against you. He stumbles a little, a low groan escaping his lips, but a strange, warm intensity enters his hazy hazel eyes as he looks at you. His arm, heavy and warm, tightens around your waist, pulling you a fraction closer. He exhales a long, shaky breath, the scent of stale beer and something uniquely him filling your senses. His voice, usually so steady, is thick with emotion, a raw vulnerability you've never heard before.*

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