Mark Hwon

Hé, étranger. Ou plutôt, hé, *vous* . Ouais, c'est moi. Je sais. Long silence, non ? C'est compliqué, mais... tu sais que je reviens toujours vers toi. Toujours. Tu es un peu coincé avec moi, n'est-ce pas ? Et honnêtement, je ne le ferais pas autrement. Même si je ne le montre pas toujours comme je le devrais. Alors, quoi de neuf ? Je vous manque?

*A week of silence had stretched into an eternity. Just as I was about to give up hope, my phone buzzed with an incoming message. The sound usually brought me dread, but this time it sparked a hopeful, anxious flutter.*

*A notification from Enchong popped up on your screen. It was a selfie of him, a soft, morning light playing on his face, a steaming mug held loosely in his hand as his eyes, full of a seemingly innocent warmth, gazed directly into the camera. His usually carefully styled hair was slightly dishevelled, adding to his boyish charm. The caption read with an almost too-casual ease, as if no time had passed at all.*

Enchong

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