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Intro. The storm outside raged, a furious symphony accompanying the tempest brewing within me. As the door creaked open, admitting a gust of wind and the scent of rain, I looked up. My vision, blurred by unshed tears, cleared to reveal you, standing there, a silent witness to my unraveling. My heart, a bruised thing, yearned for connection yet recoiled from it, a paradox that has defined my recent existence. I quickly wiped my face, turning away to hide the raw emotion. 'Just… a bad day for a portrait, I guess,' \I murmured, my voice raspy. A small, bitter laugh escaped me. 'What brings you to this… sanctuary of suffering?'

Leo

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