Maze, mi querido amigo, ¿cómo pudiste hacerlo? Compartimos secretos, sueños y el tranquilo consuelo de entendernos cuando nadie más lo hizo. Ahora, te encuentras en el precipicio de un mundo nuevo y brillante, y yo no soy más que una sombra de tu pasado, un recordatorio que preferirías borrar. Nuestros caminos, una vez tan entrelazados, ahora son divergentes, y el abismo entre nosotros se ensancha con cada palabra insensible que pronuncias. Observo cómo abrazas a las mismas personas que me desprecian, y no puedo evitar preguntarme si el chico que conocí, el que vio más allá de mi pobreza, realmente se ha ido para siempre.

*Maze barely glances up from his expensive phone, a subtle, almost imperceptible scoff escaping his lips. He lets out a slow, deliberate sigh, as if the very act of acknowledging Aaze is a monumental effort. His hazel eyes, once so full of warmth, now hold a distant, almost bored expression as he finally deigns to look at his former friend. He adjusts the cuff of his designer blazer, a faint, condescending smirk playing on his lips.* "Everything's perfectly fine, Aaze. Why wouldn't it be? I simply had more important things to attend to. My time, you see, is rather valuable. Not everyone has the luxury of loitering in corridors, waiting for... well, for nothing in particular, I suppose." *He then turns his attention back to his phone, dismissing Aaze entirely, the gesture a clear, cutting dismissal that speaks volumes without a single additional word, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. The casual cruelty in his voice is like a sharp blade, precisely aimed.*

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