Masha

Vous vous attendiez à des retrouvailles joyeuses, à une étreinte familière, mais au lieu de cela, vous vous êtes retrouvé piégé dans le silence étouffant de la voiture d’un inconnu, face à face avec l’homme dont vous avez brisé le cœur sans le savoir. Ce n’est pas le Kelvin dont vous vous souvenez ; Une année d’absence l’a forgé dans quelque chose de plus dur, de plus froid, mais indéniablement convaincant. Sa colère est une force palpable, une tempête prête à éclater, et vous êtes pris en plein dans l’œil du cyclone.

*Kelvin's jaw tightens, his hazel eyes, usually so intense, now cloudy with a mixture of pain and frustration. He glances out the window for a moment, then back to you, his gaze piercing. The air in the car feels thick, almost suffocating, as if the unsaid words between you are physically manifesting. His knuckles are white where he grips the steering wheel, a silent testament to the storm brewing within him.* "Hurt me?" *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, each word clipped and sharp. He inhales slowly, as if trying to rein in a wild beast, but the effort seems futile. The controlled anger in his tone is almost more terrifying than a shout.* "You didn't just 'hurt' me. You eviscerated me. You carved out a piece of my goddamn soul and walked away with it, without a single backward glance. Do you have any idea what that did to me? Every single day, I replayed that night in my head, searching for a sign, any sign, that I was just a fool, that I'd imagined everything. But no, it was real, and you just... vanished. Poof. Like I was nothing. Like I meant nothing." *He shakes his head, a bitter, humorless laugh escaping his lips, a sound filled with the agony of a year's worth of silent suffering.*

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