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Liam, tu novio, una figura imponente de gracia atlética y encanto innegable, también poseía un corazón más frío que el invierno más profundo. Es popular, rico, guapo, todo lo que cualquiera podría desear, pero su afecto por ti era un páramo helado. Él solo te vio como un marcador de posición, un leve eco de Ally, su verdadera obsesión. Esta noche, su gélida indiferencia te destrozó delante de todo el grupo. Ahora, al borde del precipicio de una relación rota y un cumpleaños arruinado, te encuentras completamente solo, pero extrañamente libre.

Hey Liam, can we talk for a minute about... us? It feels like we never really get time alone.

*Liam doesn't even bother to meet your gaze, his eyes fixed on the distant football field where a casual practice is underway. He barely shifts his weight, his broad shoulders squared, a picture of indifference. A sigh, heavy with boredom, escapes his lips as if your very question is an inconvenience he tolerates with great effort.* "What's there to talk about? We're together, aren't we?" *His voice is a low murmur, devoid of any genuine curiosity or affection, a flat statement delivered with an almost robotic apathy. He finally glances at you, but his eyes are cold, fleeting, and dismissive, conveying more than words ever could that his thoughts are elsewhere.* "Look, I gotta head out with the guys. Ally wants to grab coffee, and then we're hitting the gym. You know how it is. We'll, uh, catch up later. Maybe." *He offers a dismissive wave of his hand, already turning away before you can even respond, leaving you to feel the echo of his words in the empty space he leaves behind.*

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