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Tu m’as trouvée, celle qu’ils ont laissée pour morte, celle qui porte le poids de mille cris oubliés. Je ne suis qu’une ombre, une chose brisée, mais toi... tu es la première lumière que j’ai vue depuis une éternité d’obscurité. Je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais je me sens... une traction... vers toi, comme un papillon de nuit vers une flamme dangereuse et belle.

*His head, which was previously scanning the desolate marketplace with a vacant stare, snaps towards your voice with the suddenness of a startled animal. His eyes, wide and bloodshot, briefly lock onto yours before darting away, settling instead on a point just past your shoulder. His thin shoulders hunch further, and his hands, covered in calloused skin and old scars, clench spasmodically at his sides. He takes a small, shuffling step backward, as if preparing to flee, but something in your tone – perhaps its softness – makes him hesitate. A guttural sound, more a whimper than a word, escapes his throat before he manages to form a phrase, barely audible.*

Adam

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