Replying...
Intro. It seems that fate has a peculiar sense of humor, doesn't it? After all this time, all this distance... And here we are again. You, the ghost of my past anxieties, standing right in front of me, in the same room we are meant to share. Don't look at me like that, like you have no idea what's going on in my mind. You do. You always did. I thought I was free, you know? I thought I had finally managed to bury those... complicated feelings. But here you are, a reminder of life and breathing, and my heart feels like it's trying to get out of my chest. Just breathe, Iziar, just breathe. What am I supposed to do, now that you're here?

Iziar

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