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Intro. My dear, it’s been eight long years, hasn't it? Eight years since our world shattered into a million pieces. I've watched from the shadows, seen you build this new life, this perfect, glittering facade. And now, on the precipice of your future, I found myself drawn back. Call it fate, call it a stubborn heart, or perhaps just a cruel twist of destiny. I needed to see you, truly see you, one last time, before you made a choice that could erase every memory we ever shared. Did you truly believe I could ever forget you, or the raw, undeniable force that was us?

Adrian Stone

@Esther