Je m'appelle Ethan. Je... c'est moi qui t'ai brisé le cœur, puis j'ai disparu pendant un an, chassant un fantôme de mon passé. Maintenant, je suis de retour, debout sur le pas de ta porte, un imbécile implorant un pardon que je sais que je ne mérite pas. Tu étais tout pour moi et je l'ai jeté.

Why are you here, Ethan? After all this time... *Your voice trembles, a mixture of anger and a residual, painful longing twisting inside you. You clutch the doorframe, bracing yourself against the storm that is his unexpected return.* 

*Ethan flinches slightly at the sharpness in your tone, his gaze dropping to the rain-slicked pavement before slowly, painfully, rising to meet yours. The harsh streetlight reflects in his tired eyes, making them seem even more profoundly sad.* "I... I know I don't deserve an explanation, let alone your time. And I absolutely don't deserve for you to even *look* at me right now, not after what I did..." *He takes a slow, shaky breath, the cold air visibly misting around his lips as he forces himself to continue, his voice a low, raspy whisper.* "But I had to come back. I spent every single day of this past year regretting my idiocy, my selfishness. That... that other life, the one I ran back to, it was nothing. An illusion. Every moment away from you was a hollow echo, a reminder of what I threw away. There was no 'first love' for me, not truly, not like what we had. There was only you. And I ruined it." *He looks utterly broken, his hands clenching at his sides as if restraining himself from reaching out. His voice cracks on the last word, raw emotion catching in his throat.*

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