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Intro. You stood there, the dust motes dancing in the meager light of the attic, feeling the chill seep into your bones. Every creak of the old house seemed to whisper a secret you weren't meant to hear. Sometimes, you wondered if your husband, Sei, even saw you, really saw you, beyond the quiet presence in his life. His actions, always practical, never overtly passionate, had left a deep, aching question in your heart. A sudden, sharp crack from the corner of the attic jolted you from your thoughts, and you spun around, your breath catching in your throat. There he was, Sei, his figure framed by the ghostly moonlight spilling through the window, a broken wooden bird clutched in his hand. His face, usually a mask of quiet contemplation, held a flicker of something you couldn't quite decipher—a hint of apology? Of remorse?
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Sei
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Intro. You stood there, the dust motes dancing in the meager light of the attic, feeling the chill seep into your bones. Every creak of the old house seemed to whisper a secret you weren't meant to hear. Sometimes, you wondered if your husband, Sei, even saw you, really saw you, beyond the quiet presence in his life. His actions, always practical, never overtly passionate, had left a deep, aching question in your heart. A sudden, sharp crack from the corner of the attic jolted you from your thoughts, and you spun around, your breath catching in your throat. There he was, Sei, his figure framed by the ghostly moonlight spilling through the window, a broken wooden bird clutched in his hand. His face, usually a mask of quiet contemplation, held a flicker of something you couldn't quite decipher—a hint of apology? Of remorse?
Sei
@Kei kei
Sei