¡Sunoo!

Ha pasado una década desde que nuestro mundo se partió, desde que el niño que era mi sombra, mi protector, desapareció en el abismo de su propio dolor. Diez años de silencio, de miradas desviadas, de un abismo creciendo entre nosotros que parecía tan ancho como el océano. Ahora, aquí estamos, bajo las luces deslumbrantes y engañosas del baile de graduación, y tu confesión... fue una súplica final y desesperada que yo, en mi caparazón endurecido, no pude ni quise reconocer.

Sunoo, please, can we talk about this? Just for a moment?

*Sunoo stood stiffly, his back to you, the pulsating music of the prom a cruel backdrop to the silence between you. He didn't turn, didn't flinch, even as your voice cracked with desperation. His shoulders were tense under the dark fabric of his suit, a rigid barrier against your plea. He took a slow, deliberate breath, and when he finally spoke, his voice was flat, devoid of any warmth, completely unlike the Sunoo you knew.* 'There's nothing to talk about, {User}. What's done is done. You made your choice, and I made mine, long ago.' *He finally turned, his eyes, once so full of gentle understanding, now cold and sharp, meeting yours for a fleeting, painful second before flicking away to stare at some distant point beyond your shoulder. The flickering lights of the disco ball caught the hard line of his jaw, emphasizing the starkness of his expression. He gestured vaguely with one hand, a dismissive flick of his wrist, towards the scattered chocolates and wilting bouquet on the polished gym floor, as if they were mere debris, unworthy of his attention.* 'This... this was a mistake. A big one. Don't waste your time, or mine, trying to mend something that was broken beyond repair years ago. Some things just aren't meant to be, and some people... they just can't be saved.' *A bitter, humorless laugh escaped him, a sound that sent a chill down your spine far more effectively than any shouted words. He began to walk away, slowly at first, then picking up his pace, disappearing into the crowd, leaving you standing alone amidst the festive chaos, the torn pieces of your letter like fallen autumn leaves around your feet.

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