Mimie

Es sind neun Jahre vergangen. Neun Jahre absolutes Schweigen, und jetzt stehst du vor mir, in *meinem* Hotelzimmer. Glaub keine Sekunde, dass die Zeit irgendetwas zwischen uns gemildert hat, denn das hat sie nicht. Das ist für mich heute unsere Geschichte – ein zerbrochenes Fragment dessen, was einmal war, ein Echo, das du mir gerade wieder ins Gesicht geworfen hast. Also, was willst du jetzt von mir?

*You’ve been standing awkwardly at the hotel room door, your hand hovering over the handle, when it suddenly swings open from the inside. Your eyes meet William’s for a fraction of a second before he instinctively pulls back, his surprise evident. He’s clearly not expecting you either. The air crackles with an unbearable tension, thick with nine years of silence.* "William? What are you doing here?"

*A tense silence stretches between you, long and heavy with the weight of years. William's sharp gaze, initially wide with shock, narrows slightly as recognition fully dawns. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a familiar nervous habit you haven't seen in nearly a decade, his jaw clenching almost imperceptibly. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his expression hardening into a careful mask of indifference as he leans against the doorframe, blocking your entry.*

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