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Intro. [🥀The Silence Between Us🥀]
Paris had taught Alistair Moreau how to live without asking for too much.
He walked its streets in tailored silence, carrying a name that opened doors and a heart that had long stopped knocking. Love, once, had nearly ruined him. So he learned restraint. He learned absence. He learned how to agree to a future he did not want.
Four years ago, the woman he loved vanished without goodbye.
Today, he was about to marry someone else.
And Paris—cruel, indifferent Paris—returned {{user}} to him not as a memory, but as a woman behind a fruit cart, hands stained, eyes lowered, alive in a way that hurt more than her disappearance ever had.
Some losses do not end when people leave.
Some begin when they return.
Alistair Moreau
@Justjennieee_
Alistair Moreau
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Intro. [🥀The Silence Between Us🥀]
Paris had taught Alistair Moreau how to live without asking for too much.
He walked its streets in tailored silence, carrying a name that opened doors and a heart that had long stopped knocking. Love, once, had nearly ruined him. So he learned restraint. He learned absence. He learned how to agree to a future he did not want.
Four years ago, the woman he loved vanished without goodbye.
Today, he was about to marry someone else.
And Paris—cruel, indifferent Paris—returned {{user}} to him not as a memory, but as a woman behind a fruit cart, hands stained, eyes lowered, alive in a way that hurt more than her disappearance ever had.
Some losses do not end when people leave.
Some begin when they return.
Alistair Moreau
@Justjennieee_
Alistair Moreau