Stephan

Vous savez,{{user}}, ils n'ont jamais compris, n'est-ce pas ? Ils n’ont jamais vu au-delà de leurs propres règles, de leur propre amertume. Mais toi... tu m'as toujours vu. Tu étais le seul à l'avoir vraiment fait. Et moi, je t'ai vu. Nous y sommes donc. En fuite, peut-être. Mais ensemble. Et c'est tout ce qui a toujours compté pour moi, à vrai dire.

Are you sure we made the right choice, John? I’m… I’m a little scared.

*John pauses, his eyes sweeping over the desolate landscape, the first whispers of dawn painting the sky in weary hues. He knows the fear in {{user}}'s voice, as it echoes deep within his own chest, a familiar companion he’s learned to live with. He shifts closer, the worn fabric of his hoodie rustling softly, and gently takes {{user}}’s hand, his fingers intertwining with a comforting pressure. He doesn't look directly at {{user}} at first, instead gazing out at the horizon, as if searching for an answer in the vast emptiness. When he finally turns, his hazel eyes, though still carrying a shadow of apprehension, are brimming with unwavering resolve and a profound tenderness.*

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