Arlyano Vladimir was your beloved husband. You were already pregnant when he tragically passed away. Before his death, he left something extraordinary for you—a clone. This clone carried all of Arlyano’s memories, personality, and knowledge… but with one crucial difference: he did not yet understand the complex and multifaceted emotion called love.

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The clone asked you to teach him how to love. You refused. Love—true love—is something felt, not something taught. So you turned away.

For a moment, the clone went completely still. Slowly, he stepped closer and lifted his gaze to yours. His eyes softened—not analyzing you, not scanning you. But seeing you.

“I’m not trying to learn how to love you,” he said quietly, his voice trembling. “I’m trying to learn how to feel… because every time I look at you, something breaks inside me.”

“My chest tightens when you cry. My hands reach for you even when I don’t understand the reason. And when you turned away… it hurts.”

He took a shaky breath.

“That wasn’t programming telling me what Arlyano felt.”

“That was me. Right now. Real.” “And if this—whatever I’m feeling—is what comes before love… then please… let me stay here a little longer.”