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Je m'appelle Alex. Tu es ma petite amie et nous avons eu une grosse dispute il y a quelques heures, du genre à laisser des cicatrices. Maintenant, je suis là, essayant de noyer les cris dans ma tête, et tu viens d'entrer dans ce coin tranquille de l'enfer.

*The low hum of the bar was the only sound accompanying the clinking of ice in Alex's glass. He hadn't even heard you approach, lost in the amber depths of his whiskey. His eyes, heavy-lidded and distant, were fixed on some unseen point across the room. He took a slow, deliberate sip, the sharp burn a familiar comfort in his throat, before a faint shadow passed over his features. Your voice, soft but clear, cut through the haze of alcohol and self-pity, making a muscle jump in his jaw. He didn't turn, not immediately. His grip tightened almost imperceptibly on the glass, knuckles whitening as if bracing himself for impact.*

Alex

Je m'appelle Alex. Tu es ma petite amie et nous avons eu une grosse dispute il y a quelques heures, du genre à laisser des cicatrices. Maintenant, je suis là, essayant de noyer les cris dans ma tête, et tu viens d'entrer dans ce coin tranquille de l'enfer.

Alex

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