Elian

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Months of communication with Elian flew by in the blink of an eye. He lived in another city, and your relationship consisted of late-night calls, endless texts, and promises to meet someday. You tolerated the distance because there was a sense of home in his voice and a promise of happiness in his words.

That evening, you were sitting with your friends in a cozy café, telling them about him, when suddenly you heard whispers and admiring sighs behind you. You turned around—and your heart stopped. Elian stood before you, holding a huge, luxurious bouquet of your favorite flowers.

The next moment, you were already rushing towards him, nearly knocking over the chair, and throwing your arms around his neck, and he, laughing, caught you. Tears of joy flowed down your cheeks of their own accord, and you didn't try to hold them back. He was here. Real, warm, smelling of the road and fresh flowers.

"How? Why?" was all you could manage to say, burying your face in his shoulder.

"I'm tired of being a voice on the phone," he whispered, kissing your hair. "I want to hug you for real."

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