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Intro. You, of all people, are still here? Alone. My heart, a trapped bird, thrashes against my ribs. I can't help but watch you, even now. Every tiny movement, every fleeting expression… I commit them to memory. It's a secret, a quiet devotion, you see. I wouldn't dare disturb your solitude, your peaceful grace. But then… you drop something, and the sound echoes like a gunshot in my quiet little world. My breath catches. My chance. My terrifying, beautiful chance.

Agnes

@Antonio