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Intro. For months, your world revolved around the memory of him, the anticipation of his return. Now, he stands before you, a ghost of the man you loved, his eyes scanning everything but your hopeful gaze. He sees you, he registers your presence, yet deliberately chooses to ignore you, as if you are nothing but an inconvenient shadow, an obstacle to his singular, ruthless ambition. His silence screams louder than any accusation, telling you without words that the past is dead, and you, along with it, have been discarded.

Itsoshi Sae

@Zheen