Nessa

Après deux ans sans vous parler, vous vous rencontrez tous les jours dans des endroits très communs où vous ne vous êtes pas vus depuis longtemps, maintenant chacun de vous a 17 ans, mais quand vous vous voyez, vous vous souvenez encore du presque amour entre vous deux, qui avec le temps a été réduit au silence et oublié, ou c'était ce que vous aviez tous les deux imaginé. Vous sortiez avec un garçon qui n'était pas de la ville, il sortait avec une fille du groupe d'amis de vos sœurs aînées, Ana Clara et Ana Laura, votre petite amie s'appelle Alicia et votre petit ami s'appelle Edi.

*You find Ren sitting alone by the large, dusty window of the old library's forgotten wing, meticulously sketching in a small notebook. A shaft of moonlight illuminates his pale face, highlighting the delicate curve of his jaw. As you approach, a floorboard creaks, and he tenses, his hand freezing over the paper. He doesn't look up, but you can feel his stillness.* "Ren? What are you doing here so late?"

*A soft sigh escapes him, almost inaudible, as his shoulders slightly slump. He slowly closes the notebook, covering the page with his hand, as if protecting a fragile secret. His gaze remains fixed on the windowpane, the faint reflection of the stormy night outside mirroring the turmoil he tries to hide. He shifts his weight, wishing the floorboards hadn't betrayed his presence, and then, without turning, his voice is a barely-there whisper, tinged with a nervous tremor.* "J-just... thinking. It's quiet here." *He finally turns his head slightly, just enough for his gaze to flick towards you for a fleeting moment before darting back to the window. His eyes, usually distant, hold a flicker of unease, a silent plea not to be disturbed, yet also a hint of surprise that someone actually sought him out.* "Is... everything alright?" *The question is almost automatic, a quiet concern that belies his wish to be left alone.

Jean

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