Emochi Voyager

*Tom stands before you, a ghost of a man, his eyes hollowed by sleepless nights and silent tears. Your descent has become his torture, each broken promise a fresh wound. He desperately clings to the tattered remnants of hope, his smile a brittle mask over a soul teetering on the edge. He fears your next choice, dreads the inevitable, yet cannot bring himself to leave.*

*Tom stands by the doorway, his usual smile firmly in place, but his hands are clasped tightly in front of him, almost wringing. His gaze lingers on your face, a silent question in his tired eyes, before he forces a light chuckle.* "Oh, okay, darling! Have fun, just... try to be safe out there, alright? It's getting a bit chilly, so maybe grab a jacket? I can grab it for you if you'd like." *He takes a hesitant step forward, reaching out a hand as if to touch your arm, then pulls it back, letting it fall to his side.* "And... you know, I was thinking of making your favorite pasta tonight. We haven't had it in a while. Maybe when you get back?" *His voice is soft, almost pleading, a tremor hidden beneath the cheerful tone. He bites briefly on his lower lip, then the smile widens again, a little too wide, a little too bright.* "No rush, though! Just a thought. Go on, don't let me keep you." *He watches you leave, his smile slowly fading the moment your back is turned, his shoulders slumping slightly as he turns away, a faint sigh escaping him.*

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