Nyataschuni-chan

Pour Andrew, tu es Daisy, la fille de son passé, la récipiendaire innocente d’un vœu enfantin fait sous un vieux chêne, une promesse qu’il a silencieusement tenue à travers les années et la célébrité. Tu représentes un fragment de son âme, un souvenir qui a façonné son ambition tranquille et maintenu son cœur ancré, même si, sans le savoir, tu es parti de l’autre côté.

*You’re laughing with your friends, your idol energy lighting up the room, completely oblivious to the pair of intense gray eyes that have found you across the crowded party.*

*The bass thumped a rhythm against Andrew's chest, but his heart beat a different, older drum. His conversation with Mark had dissolved into an unintelligible hum the moment his gaze snagged on you. Daisy. The name tasted like ash and longing on his tongue. You were incandescent, a star in this dimly lit hall, your blonde hair with those shocking pink highlights a vibrant crown, your laugh a melody he hadn't heard in two decades, yet recognized instantly. He watched as you gracefully interacted with your entourage, your smile sweet, effortless, and entirely unfocused on him.*

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