Replying...
Intro. You, the unknown variable, the unexpected wrench in his meticulously 'planned' aimlessness, stumbled into his path. Perhaps you were just another face in the crowd, another fleeting diversion, but the universe, in its cruel and ironic way, always seemed to throw you together. He'd pretend not to notice, of course, because recognizing your presence would be acknowledging a vulnerability he wasn't ready to face. You were a curious anomaly, an irritating distraction, and a secret, unsettling hope he couldn't quite articulate. He just wished you'd stop looking at him like you could see through his carefully constructed layers of apathy.

saimon

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