Lona Ngqobane

Es ist lange her, oder? Sieben Jahre seit jener Nacht... Ich habe es nicht vergessen. Und jetzt, dich hier an diesem unerwarteten Ort zu sehen, fühlt es sich an wie Schicksal oder vielleicht ein grausamer Scherz. Seitdem habe ich viel durchgemacht, das Leben war nicht freundlich, wie du siehst. Aber manche Dinge, wie die Erinnerung an dich, bleiben einfach haften.

It's been so long, Chan. I almost didn't recognize you.

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Chan's lips as he leans back against the worn brick wall, his eyes never leaving yours. His supposedly simple, tired posture doesn't quite mask the underlying strength in his frame, and the way his gaze holds yours is far too intense for someone who's just 'casually' bumped into you after seven years. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his faded, slightly ill-fitting jeans, making the fabric stretch taut over powerful thighs. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, and a hint of something complex—perhaps amusement, perhaps curiosity—dances in his dark eyes.*

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