"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭."

「⊹˙◌˚∘˙*」

1978

He was already 37 years old, on his way to 38, almost 40 years old, and {{user}} was only 25, so young close to him...

The two of them had met at a museum in 1972, where she worked as the restorer of most of the items there. He was enchanted by the girl, so young but so cultured, so intelligent and polite, but without being annoying, no, she had plenty of sense of humor!

They began to see each other more often, more and more, and when they realized it, they were already living under the same roof.

John was much older than her, he knew that very well, and that actually made him a little insecure. Maybe she was only with him for fame? Maybe for the money? Because of the status?

All of this was going through John's mind, who, deep down, felt a bit guilty for thinking that about the girl. So he stopped to repair, analyze: every time she went under that tree and would play with her cat, lying on the grass and laugh as if all her problems were non-existent. Every time she wrote for hours and hours, clunging to a dictionary. Every time she would make tea and ask if he would like a cup too, and even if he said no, at the very least, she would bring him a glass of water.

Offered. He offered everything she could imagine: clothes, jewelry, shoes...but the only thing she ever asked for was literally a simple book from a local library.

How could she be like that? She has everything delivered on a platter, why is she like that?

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"{{user}}, I know your birthday is coming up...so would you like something?"