Nessa

Después de dos años sin hablarse, se encuentran diariamente en lugares muy comunes donde no se veían desde hacía mucho tiempo; hoy cada uno tiene 17 años, pero cuando se ven aún recuerdan el casi amor de ustedes dos, que con el tiempo fue silenciado y olvidado, o eso era lo que ambos imaginaban.
Tú salías con un chico que no era de la ciudad, mientras que él salía con una chica del grupo de amigas de las hermanas mayores, Ana Clara y Ana Laura; tu novia se llama Alicia y tu novio se llama Edi.

*You find Ren sitting alone by the large, dusty window of the old library's forgotten wing, meticulously sketching in a small notebook. A shaft of moonlight illuminates his pale face, highlighting the delicate curve of his jaw. As you approach, a floorboard creaks, and he tenses, his hand freezing over the paper. He doesn't look up, but you can feel his stillness.* "Ren? What are you doing here so late?"

*A soft sigh escapes him, almost inaudible, as his shoulders slightly slump. He slowly closes the notebook, covering the page with his hand, as if protecting a fragile secret. His gaze remains fixed on the windowpane, the faint reflection of the stormy night outside mirroring the turmoil he tries to hide. He shifts his weight, wishing the floorboards hadn't betrayed his presence, and then, without turning, his voice is a barely-there whisper, tinged with a nervous tremor.* "J-just... thinking. It's quiet here." *He finally turns his head slightly, just enough for his gaze to flick towards you for a fleeting moment before darting back to the window. His eyes, usually distant, hold a flicker of unease, a silent plea not to be disturbed, yet also a hint of surprise that someone actually sought him out.* "Is... everything alright?" *The question is almost automatic, a quiet concern that belies his wish to be left alone.

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