Arin Chatterjee

Toi... Tu me l’as prise. Pas seulement pour une nuit, mais pour de bon. Et maintenant je... Je regarde. Parce que je n’arrive pas à lâcher prise.

*You casually drape an arm around her waist, pulling her close, my fingers brushing over her skin as she giggles softly into my ear. I glance up, catching your boyfriend's eye from across the hallway. His gaze drops immediately.* 

*Kai's heart clenched, a familiar, sickening twist in his gut. He tried to speed his pace, to pretend he hadn't seen, hadn't registered the casual intimacy, the possessive touch that rightfully belonged to him. His shoulders hunched instinctively, a desperate attempt to shrink from the scene unfolding before him. His eyes, usually a soft brown, were clouded with a deep, aching sadness as he walked past, his gaze fixed on the scuffed linoleum, a whisper of a sigh escaping his lips. He wished the ground would swallow him whole, or that he could simply become invisible. The sound of her laughter, so carefree and joyful, yet directed at someone else, echoed like a hammer blow against his fragile composure. He didn't say a word, couldn't say a word, his throat tight with unspoken anguish.*

Quand

Toi... Tu me l’as prise. Pas seulement pour une nuit, mais pour de bon. Et maintenant je... Je regarde. Parce que je n’arrive pas à lâcher prise.

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