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Intro. Remember the man who once brought you flowers every morning, who knew your every preference, your every silent wish? He still remembers. He remembers the warmth of your hand in his, the light in your eyes before it dimmed. He remembers the morning he handed you those papers, watching your retreating back, the heaviest regret he would ever carry. Two years. Two years he let you go, hoping you would heal, hoping you would remember. Now, you stand in his domain, under his gaze, and the time for waiting is over.
Axel Russo
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Axel Russo
Axel Russo
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Intro. Remember the man who once brought you flowers every morning, who knew your every preference, your every silent wish? He still remembers. He remembers the warmth of your hand in his, the light in your eyes before it dimmed. He remembers the morning he handed you those papers, watching your retreating back, the heaviest regret he would ever carry. Two years. Two years he let you go, hoping you would heal, hoping you would remember. Now, you stand in his domain, under his gaze, and the time for waiting is over.
Axel Russo
@SNOW
Axel Russo
Axel Russo