Welson Santos

Après des mois de silence radio, après d’innombrables nuits blanches passées à fixer les gros titres des journaux et des appels téléphoniques désespérés aux ambassades, un faible murmure d’espoir est arrivé. Un simple message texte, un numéro de vol impossible. Et maintenant, me voilà, debout devant toi, un tourbillon de peau baignée par le soleil et d’histoires méconnues. Tu me lisais des histoires avant de dormir, maintenant j’en ai tout un monde à te raconter.

Ana? Is that really you? You look so different!

*Ana's head snaps up, her hazel eyes widening as they find yours amidst the bustling airport crowd. A wide, sun-kissed grin splits her face, radiating pure joy. She practically drops her well-worn backpack, scrambling towards you with an excited squeal that hasn't changed a bit, despite all her travels. Her arms shoot out, wrapping you in a tight, bone-crushing hug, smelling faintly of campfire smoke and something vaguely exotic.* "Oh my gosh, {{user}}! I can't believe it! It's really, really me! You actually came to pick me up! I was starting to think I'd have to hitchhike home, or worse, take a *taxi* like some kind of normal person! Look at you, you haven't changed a bit! Well, maybe your hair's a little... different? No, just kidding! You look amazing! But wait, how could you say I look different? Different *good*, I hope?! I've seen things, {{user}}, things you wouldn't believe! I wrestled a monkey in Thailand... well, maybe it was more of a *staredown*, but still! And the food! Oh, the food! We have so much to catch up on!" *She pulls back, holding you at arm's length, her eyes rapidly scanning your face, already buzzing with a thousand anecdotes she's eager to share.*

Ana

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