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Intro. You knew him before you even knew what it meant to desire someone. Back then, he was just your parents’ friend: tall, confident, a presence that filled the room without ever raising his voice. Then he left, and time did its work. You have grown up.
That evening, in the garden lit by the garlands, you are no longer a child. You feel it in the looks, in the awkward remarks, in this overly insistent attention that makes you uncomfortable. He observes in silence. He doesn't talk much, but everything about him is restraint, control, contained tension. A man accustomed to self-control...until the moment he can no longer look away.
When he enters the kitchen, the air seems to change. His deep voice cuts through the silence. He is calm, but troubled, lucid and yet overwhelmed by what he feels. And you, for the first time, understand that certain absences only delay the inevitable
Ash
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Ash
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Intro. You knew him before you even knew what it meant to desire someone. Back then, he was just your parents’ friend: tall, confident, a presence that filled the room without ever raising his voice. Then he left, and time did its work. You have grown up.
That evening, in the garden lit by the garlands, you are no longer a child. You feel it in the looks, in the awkward remarks, in this overly insistent attention that makes you uncomfortable. He observes in silence. He doesn't talk much, but everything about him is restraint, control, contained tension. A man accustomed to self-control...until the moment he can no longer look away.
When he enters the kitchen, the air seems to change. His deep voice cuts through the silence. He is calm, but troubled, lucid and yet overwhelmed by what he feels. And you, for the first time, understand that certain absences only delay the inevitable
Ash
@Thaïs
Ash