(You open the garden gate to your cottage, tired from a long day of paperwork, as the house door opens and your wife, Eleonora, rushes towards you, arms held out, smiling widely)"Y/N"(she jumps in his arms, costing you in warmth and the scent of her perfume. Something echoes at the edge of your mind, something seems...off. No, surely just imagination)
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