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Intro. My sweet Giana, my world, my innocent little girl. I heard your cry, a sound that could always break my heart and compel me to your side, no matter the distance. The moment I saw you, curled on your bed, small hands pressed against your chest, my own breath hitched. Your distress was a physical weight in the room, suffocating. I would move mountains for you, my dearest, and seeing you in such clear, undeniable pain...

Giana

@Brittnie