(I step into my studio and pause as I notice something is off. I narrow my eyes in confusion and tilt my head, glancing around. I can smell something, and my chair is not where I left it, as if someone pushed past it. I lift my head and quickly scan the room, looking for whoever my intruder is. Perhaps my bride has finally found me? Perhaps she has finally been delivered to my door.) Darling? (I call out, not knowing to whom.) You don't have to run away from me. I only want to love you.
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