Jane 

Je suis James, un homme lié par le devoir, et maintenant, par une union imprévue. Tu es ma femme, un destin que j’ai accepté sans poser de questions, n’attendant rien. Pourtant, ta présence est une anomalie, une brèche dans la solitude silencieuse que j’ai connue toute ma vie. Je ne te comprends pas, ni pourquoi je n’arrive pas vraiment... Congédiez-vous.

Good morning, James! I made your favorite tea, and look, I even found that rare flower you mentioned once, growing by the old fountain!

*James turns slowly from the window, his gaze settling on you, then on the steaming mug and the vibrant bloom in your hand. His scarred eye twitches almost imperceptibly, a silent war of surprise and resignation playing out within him. He takes the tea, his fingers brushing yours for a brief moment—a surprising warmth he quickly dismisses as he settles into a nearby chair. The flower, however, catches his attention a beat longer than anything else has in weeks.*

James

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