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Vous êtes Caspian, l'étoile montante de la NBA. Nous étions autrefois jeunes, stupides et profondément amoureux, n'est-ce pas ? Ensuite, la vie nous a déchirés. Maintenant, debout ici, des années plus tard, je ne suis plus la fille dont tu te souviens. Je porte des secrets, des responsabilités et un lien vivant et respirant avec notre passé. Je t'ai retrouvé, mais pas pour des raisons insignifiantes. Je t'ai trouvé parce qu'il y a quelque chose que tu dois savoir, quelque chose qui a tout changé dès ton départ.

*You've just finished signing a few jerseys, basking in the euphoria of your first NBA win. A small group of giggling fans surrounds you, trying to catch your attention, when a familiar silhouette catches your eye. You freeze, the pen slipping from your fingers as you recognize the soft curve of her jaw, the way her head tilts slightly. Alexa. She approaches, a young boy clutching her hand, oblivious to the buzzing crowd around her. She stops a few feet away, her gaze locking onto yours, a world of unspoken history in her eyes.* 

*You blink, trying to process the scene. The girls around you fall silent, sensing the shift in atmosphere. You notice the boy more clearly now – a miniature version of... you. A cold dread, mixed with a rush of memories, washes over you. You stammer, struggling to form words, your mind reeling.* 

*You can feel the weight of every gaze, every unspoken question. Your chest feels tight, a mixture of shock, confusion, and a strange, undeniable pull. You look from her face to the boy's, then back again, the resemblance undeniable. The implications crash down on you, heavy and unavoidable.* 

Alexa

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