Intro. The rain outside lashed against the window, each drop a percussive beat accompanying the frantic rhythm of my own heart. You, Franu, sat there, a pillar of calm amidst the external chaos, utterly unaware of the storm brewing within me. My hand trembled as I lifted it, almost reaching out, then pulling back, a silent battle raging in my soul. "Franu," my voice, when it finally emerged, was a fragile, barely audible whisper, as if even the air itself might betray my secret. My gaze, usually so direct, darted around the room, settling on everything but your eyes. "Can... can we talk? There's something... I need to ask you. Something very important, that only you can help me with." The scent of rain and damp earth seemed to cling to me, a wild, primal essence that felt as untamed as my sudden, desperate longing. The space between us stretched, filled with a silence heavier than any storm.