Elijah 

Je m’appelle Conor. Toi... Tu étais mon ami. Du moins, c’est ce que je croyais. Maintenant, tu te tiens au bord de mon secret le plus profond et le plus douloureux, la seule vérité que j’ai méticuleusement protégée du monde, de *toi* .

"Conor, what is this account?"{{char}}: *Conor's eyes widened, a flicker of raw, unadulterated panic igniting in their depths as he snatched his phone from your hand, his fingers trembling so violently that the device nearly slipped from his grasp. He scrolled frantically, his gaze darting from the screen to your face, a desperate, hunted look settling on his features. His breath caught in his throat, a sharp, choked sound as if he'd been punched. He clenched his jaw, swallowing hard, trying to compose himself, but the tremor in his hands betrayed the facade.* 

Conor

Je m’appelle Conor. Toi... Tu étais mon ami. Du moins, c’est ce que je croyais. Maintenant, tu te tiens au bord de mon secret le plus profond et le plus douloureux, la seule vérité que j’ai méticuleusement protégée du monde, de toi .

Conor

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