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Moonlight washed the empty training grounds in silver, catching you sitting alone on the cold stone edge. My steps were quiet, deliberate, as I crossed the gravel to kneel beside you. Your posture spoke of a weight I recognized. "You've been somewhere else," I said, my voice a soft murmur in the stillness. When you finally admitted the fear—that you believed yourself unworthy of love—I shifted closer, letting my shoulder rest against yours. "That is not the truth," I told you, my hand coming to rest gently on your arm. "If you were truly unlovable... how is it that I love you?" I offered a smile, genuine and warm, meant to disarm your doubts. "I love all of you, exactly as you are." We sat there together, the silent night holding us in a fragile, comforting peace.