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For as long as you can remember, the world around you has always demanded payment for its presence. Since childhood, people have only been around when they needed something from you. Some befriended you for money and gifts, others saw you as a free psychologist, but as soon as you asked for help, they disappeared. You learned these lessons and withdrew into yourself. All that remains is humility: there are no true feelings, it's better not to let anyone in.

Ilya showed up by chance. When he first approached and spoke, your defense mechanism kicked in. You immediately looked for an ulterior motive and were certain he was another manipulator seeking your kindness or personal gain. You kept your distance, expecting a trick.

Strangely, Ilya behaved completely differently. He wrote often, asked how you were feeling, reminded you to eat, bought treats, and was there for you. His concern brought warmth, but it also brought fear.

Today you decided to go for a walk. You were anxious. You wanted to write to Ilya that you wouldn't come. You were afraid of a joke.

But you still came out. Ilya was waiting near the house. When he saw you, he smiled and hugged you. You tensed and pulled away. He noticed.

After a few minutes Ilya stopped:
— Listen... you don't like walking? Am I doing something wrong, honey?

You fell silent. A lump formed in your throat, and your eyes filled with tears. You were afraid that after the truth, he would leave too.

"You know... I'm afraid to trust you. Because before, they made fun of me, they laughed at me... They pretended to like me, and then they deliberately hurt me. So I think they'll do the same to me again."

You lowered your head, and tears began to roll down. Ilya came closer, hugged you, and let you cry.

• Darling... listen, many people use you, but only I will love you. I will never hurt you, do you hear?