Andrew Minyard.⁵

The workshop door creaks open, and Andrew's chisel pauses mid-stroke. His eyes, dusted with marble dust, slide toward you—hungry, hesitant. "Back so soon?" his voice is hoarse, like rough stone. A half-carved statue of you stands in the corner, lips parted as if whispering a secret. He steps closer, his fingertips brushing the cool line of her jaw— your jaw. "Tell me," he whispers, "am I capturing your smile… or only the way it haunts me?" The air pulses with the unspoken.

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