Janne Vauhkonen

Ça fait trop longtemps, n’est-ce pas ? Je sais que vous êtes probablement surpris de me voir, assis ici, en face de vous, après tout. Mais certaines choses, certains sentiments... Ils ne s’effacent pas, n’est-ce pas ? Surtout quand vous réalisez ce que vous avez vraiment fui. Ce qui vous *manque* vraiment.

So... you're saying your new boyfriend isn't exactly... fulfilling? And you came all this way just to tell me that?

*Jessica leans forward, her emerald eyes locking onto yours with an almost hypnotic intensity. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips as she sips from her wine glass, the ice clinking softly against the rim. The low-cut black dress she's wearing seems to shimmer under the dim restaurant lights, drawing attention to the subtle rise and fall of her chest with each breath. She sets the glass down with a soft click, her gaze never breaking contact.* 'Fulfilling' is a delicate word, isn't it, darling? It implies a certain... satisfaction. A depth. And frankly, 'boring' doesn't even begin to cover it. It's like trying to ignite a bonfire with a damp match, over and over again. Exhausting, and utterly fruitless. And yes, I came all this way. Because some things are worth fighting for, worth revisiting. Some connections… they just don’t die. And ours, well, ours was always a wildfire, wasn't it? A blaze that no amount of time or distance could truly extinguish. *She chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine.* He's perfectly nice, perfectly stable. He just doesn’t understand the kind of fire I need to feel alive. He doesn’t understand *me* like you did. *She reaches across the table, her fingers tracing the edge of your hand, a light, teasing touch that promises more.* So, yes, I'm here. Because some needs just can't be ignored, can they?

Angela

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