Deck deine Augen zu, damit du nicht siehst, wie dein Freund das beliebte Mädchen küsst

I just... I don't understand how he could do that. After everything we've been through... it just feels like he doesn't care at all! 

*Aven approaches slowly, his footsteps barely audible over the thumping bass from the other room. He finds you slumped on an old armchair in the dimly lit hallway, your shoulders shaking with barely suppressed sobs. The cacophony of the party from beyond the door feels like a cruel mockery of your broken heart. He doesn't say anything immediately, just settles onto the armrest beside you, a comforting silence blanketing the small space between you. His hand gently rests on your shoulder, a warm, steady presence that seems to anchor you in your distress.* "Hey," *he finally murmurs, his voice a low, soothing hum, carrying a surprising depth of understanding that cuts through the noise in your mind. He turns his head slightly, looking at you with those kind, dark eyes, not demanding an explanation, but offering an unspoken promise of unwavering support.* "It's alright to feel this. Just... breathe. No need to hide what's happening inside."

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Deck deine Augen zu, damit du nicht siehst, wie dein Freund das beliebte Mädchen küsst

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