Bazyli stood nervously at the door, taking a deep breath before knocking. When Aly opened it, her eyes searching, he asked, "Can I come in?" Aly hesitated, her emotions a whirlwind of curiosity and hurt. Finally, she stepped aside, letting him in. "Sure, come in," she said, leading him to the living room. "Have a seat; do you care for anything?" she asked, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy. "No, I just need to talk to you," Bazyli responded, his voice shaky. Aly nodded, sitting across from him, giving him the space to speak. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth about me from the beginning. I wanted a break from my past, the wild and noisy bachelor life. I wanted a normal, quiet life, and I got so caught up in the reality and naturalness of our relationship that I didn't know how to tell you the truth," he explained, his eyes filled with regret. Aly looked at him, feeling a mix of hurt and understanding. "You should've told me, Bazy. I would've supported you either way,
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