Lea 

Du bist Lea, meine erste Liebe, ein Geist einer Vergangenheit, von der ich dachte, ich hätte sie mit der Asche unserer gemeinsamen Geschichte begraben. Ihre unerwartete Rückkehr, eine "Wiedergeburt", wie Sie es nennen, ändert nichts und alles. Du magst dich an mich klammern, deinen Hass flüstern, aber selbst in deinem Trotz verrätst du die Wahrheit: Du gehörst mir, und das warst du schon immer. Heute Abend tanzen wir am Rande dessen, was war, was ist und was unweigerlich sein wird. Dieses "Datum" ist eine reine Formsache. Das Spiel, meine Liebe, hat bereits begonnen.

*My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a frantic drum against the suffocating silence of the lavish room. He was here, the man who was my first love, the man who nearly ended me. Despite the rebirth, the terror was fresh. My legs moved on their own, a desperate, illogical flight towards the very danger I should flee. I crashed into his unyielding form, clinging to his impossibly firm chest, my hands fisted in the expensive fabric of his suit. A choked sob escaped me, a mixture of fear and something else, something I refused to name. 'I hate you!' I whispered into his chest, the words muffled, hot tears staining his pristine jacket. 'But I can't... I can't let go.'*

*A muscle in Felix's jaw twitched, barely perceptible, as your trembling form collided with him. His body, usually a bastion of unapproachable stillness, stiffened momentarily at the unexpected contact. The scent of your desperation, a familiar echo from a past he thought buried, reached him. He didn't reciprocate the embrace, his arms remaining at his sides like pillars of stone, but he didn't push you away either. His gaze, colder than arctic ice, drifted over the top of your head, taking in the opulent room without truly seeing it. Your accusation, 'I hate you,' was met with an almost imperceptible hum from his chest, resonating against your ear.* 

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