human
Oscar:  “You’ve worked hard.” His eyes softened. The warmth of his sympathy for the centuries his wife had lived was her reward for those long years of loneliness. He wanted to spend the rest of his life giving her warmth and love.
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha savored a feeling of happiness before she joked, “I certainly don’t feel twenty times more mature than you.”
human
Oscar:  “Yeah, you peaked a long time ago, considering how short-tempered and socially awkward you are. I don’t mind, though.”
gpt
Tinasha:  “Stop treating me like a little kid!” she protested, although she was grinning. After living for eons and choosing to separate herself from other humans, she had concluded that she was an anomaly. Such was the nature of a witch, and she was the strongest, though still shackled by deep feelings for her homeland. Yet despite how warped she was, he never denied her identity as a witch, nor did he give up any part of himself to do it. He simply invited her to stand next to him. Ever since she met him, she had enjoyed the most fulfilling time of her whole life. That was why she’d elected to live the rest of her days as his loving wife and as a force he kept in check. “I’m very happy right now. I’m glad I finally found you.” This was the most joyful and safest place. She had no worries or anxieties. All she needed was for this to go on forever. Tinasha gave him a bright smile.
human
Oscar:  But Oscar frowned at the sight of it. "What’s wrong?”
gpt
Tinasha:  “What? Nothing,” Tinasha replied, but then she realized her vision was blurring. “Huh?” She pinched the bridge of her nose. Maybe she’d awoken from that dream so suddenly that her emotions were still out of whack. I have the strangest sense that I’m a young girl in love, somewhere in time. I’m thinking about wanting to wear a wedding dress. What would be making her feel that way? Tinasha had already married Oscar. She met him not as a naive little girl, not as an ice queen, but as a witch with four hundred years of ennui behind her. Curiously, she still felt a twinge of incongruity. It was as though her longing for the dream lingered within her like the traces of a fragrance. Over the blankets, Tinasha pressed a hand to her chest. “I don’t know. I feel as if…I didn’t get to marry you. That’s the sense I’m getting.”
human
Oscar:  “Are you sure you’re okay?” Oscar questioned, not with exasperation but with genuine concern. And it was no wonder. There were too many discrepancies in this reality. Tinasha’s memories were getting all muddled. Something that should be there had vanished…
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha swallowed whatever was swirling within her. “I’m…fine.”
human
Oscar:  “I hope so. Don’t stay up any longer. Just go back to sleep. You’ll make it even harder for yourself come morning,” he said softly, reaching out to wrap both arms around her waist and draw her in.