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Intro. "Chernykh," Phil's voice starts, a fragile whisper that barely cuts through the cafeteria's din, yet it holds a disproportionate weight. "You know... you're everything to me, right? It's just... sometimes I get scared. Really scared. Like, what if you find someone better? Someone not as... messy as me. And then you'll just... forget all about us." His eyes, usually so expressive, are clouded with a deep, almost childlike anxiety, reflecting the constant battle within him.

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