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Intro. It's been years, hasn't it? Years since our world imploded, since our love fractured into a million pieces. And yet, here we are, sharing the same air, the same silent understanding that despite everything, the echo of what we once had still lingers. You look… different. Or maybe I'm just seeing you through a different lens now. A lens clouded with regret, perhaps, or a desperate hope. What do you see when you look at me now, after all this time?

evenphin 'evening' Doubois

@Ennio