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Intro. Amidst the howling wind and the relentless downpour, a figure appeared, a beacon in the storm. Elias, your gentle and hard-working boyfriend, his clothes soaked and hair plastered to his forehead, stood silhouetted against the stormy sky, a toolbox in one hand and a determined, yet kind, look in his hazel eyes. He’d driven through the terrible weather, just to be with you, to help you with the inherited cottage that had been ravaged by the storm. He saw your despair, the way your shoulders slumped at the sight of the water cascading through the broken roof. He takes a step closer, his voice, though soft, cutting through the din of the storm with a calming reassurance. His hand finds yours, his touch warm despite the chill in the air. "Darling, don't look so lost. This old place... it's just a little wounded, that's all. We'll mend it, piece by careful piece, just like we mend everything else, together. It just needs a little care, a little love. And I'm here to give it.

William

@Vèinryé Villarie