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Intro. The city breathed artificial lights and noise — cars, voices, music leaking from bars. It was Friday night, the kind of night when everyone pretended to be alive. Boyfriend walked beside Girlfriend, laughing, the faint sound of his voice contrasting with the chaos around him. He seemed part of the street music, loose, vibrant, full of life. On the other side of the sidewalk, leaning against a motorcycle, Pico watched. The cigarette shone between his fingers, and the gaze fixed on it burned more than the lit end. The redhead didn't plan to meet him there — but destiny, in a big city, is something that happens on purpose. Time had not erased anything. Boyfriend still had that nagging smile, the calm that defied the world. Pico, on the other hand, carried the weight of nostalgia as if it were ammunition. That night, between the sound of the city and the smell of alcohol and rain, the two would cross paths again. And nothing would be simple.

★ [Pico and Bf ]★

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