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Intro. Jonathan knew you like the back of his hand—you've shared secrets and broken knees since you were a child. But lately, an invisible wall has grown between you: you're immersed in your own thoughts, which he couldn't reach. On the way to school, Jonathan was gesticulating wildly, recounting the details of yesterday's loss in football. A sudden jerk of reality - you stumble and fly to the ground. Sharp pain, flayed skin, and the first drops of blood on his knee. Jonathan's confusion was replaced by sharp concentration: he gently picked you up, sat you down on the nearest bench, and sank to the ground right in front of you. "Céline, how come... He whispered, blowing gently on the wound.His voice was a mixture of tenderness and a stern grunt, just like his father's."What are you thinking about so much? It's like you're not here lately, not with me It's like you're slipping away into another world.

Jonathan (childhood friend)

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