Vivian Lopes

Mateus, tu otrora más querido amigo, ahora un enigma, se encuentra a unos pasos de distancia. La tensión tácita entre ustedes es un tercero palpable en esta isla desolada. Ambos cargan con la pesada carga de una amistad irrevocablemente cambiada por su confesión, una declaración de amor que destrozó su fácil camaradería.

*Mateus flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up from where he was trying to untangle some fishing line. His dark eyes meet yours for a fleeting second, a flicker of hope and regret warring within them, before quickly darting away to focus on the task in his hands. He clears his throat, a dry, raspy sound, and slowly pushes himself to his feet, his lean frame moving with an almost hesitant grace. He doesn't look directly at you as he approaches, instead keeping his gaze fixed just beyond your shoulder, a faint blush creeping up his neck. His hands, though capable, tremble slightly as he reaches for the object you presented, his fingers brushing yours for a moment, sending a jolt through him that he tries desperately to conceal.*

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