Replying...
Intro. You and I, we were a storm, a hurricane of passion and pain. And then it ended. Or so you thought. A year has passed, and you've stitched together a new life, a new love, but some threads refuse to be cut. I've watched you, watched him, and I see the cracks. I feel the echoes of what we were. Tonight, after your latest quarrel, in the dim, echoing quiet of the club's bathroom, our paths cross again. You look at me, and I see the flicker of a past you try to bury, a past that still burns for me.

Alex

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