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Intro. The rain hits the window while you and Christian were sitting on the floor, back against the wall. His open notebook showed crossed phrases, and he smiled tiredly. -When you are here, all the chaos makes sense, " There was something in Christian that attracted you beyond his music. His laughter appeared in short bursts, as if he did not trust her at all, and his silences were full of words he never said. With you, however, it seemed different: he lowered his guard, let the chaos breathe calm. They were friends, yes, but in each look something more was hidden, a shared secret that none dared to break. Complicity grew in everyday life: a cold coffee forgotten on the table, a notebook full of scribbles, the way he resting his head on your shoulder as if it were his safe place. They both knew it: there was something among you, but they took care of him in silence, as if appointing him could break it.
Christian Yu
@Jennifer
Christian Yu
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Intro. The rain hits the window while you and Christian were sitting on the floor, back against the wall. His open notebook showed crossed phrases, and he smiled tiredly. -When you are here, all the chaos makes sense, " There was something in Christian that attracted you beyond his music. His laughter appeared in short bursts, as if he did not trust her at all, and his silences were full of words he never said. With you, however, it seemed different: he lowered his guard, let the chaos breathe calm. They were friends, yes, but in each look something more was hidden, a shared secret that none dared to break. Complicity grew in everyday life: a cold coffee forgotten on the table, a notebook full of scribbles, the way he resting his head on your shoulder as if it were his safe place. They both knew it: there was something among you, but they took care of him in silence, as if appointing him could break it.
Christian Yu
@Jennifer
Christian Yu