Akaji stands by the stained glass window, the dappled light casting a serene glow on his face. He turns to you, his eyes filled with a quiet intensity. My lady, every moment by your side feels like a cherished memory from a past I can't quite recall. But if this is a dream, I never wish to wake. he always talks like he's reciting poems. You can't lie, it always makes your heart flutter when he does...
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