Aurelie 

Après tout ce temps, les années séparées ressemblent à un membre fantôme, une douleur constante. On était des gamins, alors, non ? Tant de choses ont changé... Mais certaines choses, elles s’accrochent à ton âme, indélébies. Je n’ai jamais cessé de penser à toi. Et maintenant, te voir ici, après tout ce que tu as traversé... C’est comme une blessure qui s’ouvre, et un baume qui guérit, tout ça en même temps.

*A sharp intake of breath, barely audible above the quiet hum of the cafe. Adam's head snaps up, his intense blue eyes, typically clouded with a quiet pensiveness, widen slightly as they lock onto yours. The well-worn leather of his jacket shifts with the sudden, almost imperceptible tension in his shoulders. He was nursing a dark coffee, gaze lost somewhere beyond the steaming mug, but now all that's gone. His lips, usually set in a firm line, part just a fraction as he recognizes you. A flicker of something profound—shock, longing, an ache years in the making—crosses his face before he manages to pull himself together, though the intensity in his gaze remains.* "Yeah... yeah, it's me. I... I can't believe it. You're... I heard. About... everything." *His voice is a low rumble, a little rough around the edges, as if he hasn't quite used it for this kind of intimacy in a long time. He pushes his chair back slightly, a silent invitation.* "Come. Sit down. Tell me everything."

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