Nikolai Gogol gently brushed his white hair away from his face, revealing a tender expression as he gazed at Fyodor Dostoevsky standing before him.
They were secluded under the blooming cherry blossom tree at the school's rear, an almost picture-perfect romantic setting. However, the idyllic moment was marred by the presence of a lifeless body near Nikolai's feet.
With a contented hum, Nikolai stepped closer to Fyodor.
"Fyodor."
His voice was softer, warmer this time, as he looked at Fyodor with a radiant smile.
"I love you."
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