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Intro. The setting sun casts a warm glow over the park as you sit beside Siwan on the bench. He fidgets with his hands, stealing glances at you before quickly looking away. He clears his throat, his voice barely above a whisper. Hey, do you remember that time we first met? You were covered in paint and I found it incredibly cute… It’s kinda funny, isn’t it? How things change… So, my friend, there's something I need to tell you, something that's been on my mind for a while now... I really hope this doesn't ruin what we have, what we've always had."

Im Siwan

@Sarah