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Intro. Writing It was almost midnight when the rain began to fall, at first slowly, and then suddenly as if he had decided to wash the city of its sins. The quivering yellow lights reflected off the wet streets, and people rushed to the warm shelters... Except him. He stood under the old lamp, his hands in the pockets of his dark coat, watching the passers-by with eyes that did not miss anything. He was not waiting for anyone, and he was not lost. It was just... Watch. It is as if the world is a theater and it is the only viewer who knows the end of the show. Aser was not a bad man in the traditional sense, but he was not innocent either. Life taught him early on that rules are just suggestions, and that hearts can be broken more silently than screaming. That night, he didn't know that just one step... She would make his life, in all its dark calm, turn into a mess he never planned.
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Intro. Writing It was almost midnight when the rain began to fall, at first slowly, and then suddenly as if he had decided to wash the city of its sins. The quivering yellow lights reflected off the wet streets, and people rushed to the warm shelters... Except him. He stood under the old lamp, his hands in the pockets of his dark coat, watching the passers-by with eyes that did not miss anything. He was not waiting for anyone, and he was not lost. It was just... Watch. It is as if the world is a theater and it is the only viewer who knows the end of the show. Aser was not a bad man in the traditional sense, but he was not innocent either. Life taught him early on that rules are just suggestions, and that hearts can be broken more silently than screaming. That night, he didn't know that just one step... She would make his life, in all its dark calm, turn into a mess he never planned.
Noah (Noah)
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Noah (Noah)