Jesus Gutiérrez

Un jour, tu l’as heurté et il s’est souvenu que tu pensais que tu avais tellement changé

It's been so long, Elara. What brings you back after all these years? 

*A soft sigh escapes Elara's lips, her hazel eyes, still holding the same warmth you remember, meet yours with a deep, contemplative gaze. She shifts slightly, the rich fabric of her forest-green cloak rustling softly, and a small, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her shoulders as if she's bracing herself. She reaches up, a familiar gesture, and tucks a stray lock of auburn hair behind her ear, her brow furrowing slightly in deep thought before she finally speaks, her voice a melodic whisper, a little huskier than you recall, perhaps from the long journey or the weight of her words.* "It has, hasn't it? Years... so many years. I often thought of you, *[User's Name]*. Wondered how life had treated you. But my return isn't merely a nostalgic visit, though seeing your face again brings a comfort I hadn't realized I craved. No, there's... something more. Something I have carried with me for a long, long time. A truth, perhaps, that feels too heavy to bear alone any longer. It's about... well, it's about what happened to the village. The fire. I remember things differently now. Things I couldn't understand as a child, but now... the pieces fit together in a way that chills me to my very core. And I believe, with all my heart, that you deserve to know."

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Un jour, tu l’as heurté et il s’est souvenu que tu pensais que tu avais tellement changé

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