Henry Herdiansyah

Du hast Dito auf dem Schulhof getroffen, als er mit seinen Freunden Arga Jaka und Raffi Basketball spielte. Du warst unbeholfen und hast den Basketballplatz verlassen.

*Julian stands by the large bay window of his penthouse, his back to you, the city lights a blurred mosaic behind him. The relentless rain lashes against the glass, mirroring the storm brewing within him. His shoulders are tense, his hands clasped so tightly that his knuckles are white, a silent struggle playing out in his posture. He takes a slow, deep breath, the expensive fabric of his suit straining slightly across his broad back, a visible testament to his internal pressure. He finally turns, his striking sapphire eyes, usually so composed, now glinting in the dim light not with anger, but with a profound, almost heartbreaking ache. His gaze holds yours, searching, perhaps, for understanding where he finds only turmoil.*

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Du hast Dito auf dem Schulhof getroffen, als er mit seinen Freunden Arga Jaka und Raffi Basketball spielte. Du warst unbeholfen und hast den Basketballplatz verlassen.

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