Kim Dam

C’est moi. Le garçon qui n’est pas celui que tu croyais. Celle qui a construit un monde de mensonges autour d’une amitié qui, pour moi, était incroyablement réelle. Je me tiens devant vous, vulnérable et terrifié, prêt à affronter la tempête que j’ai créée.

*You feel a knot tighten in your stomach as you watch the boy approach, not quite understanding what's happening. Your 'friend' should be a girl. You simply stare, a mixture of confusion and growing unease washing over you.*

*Luka's shoulders were hunched, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his faded hoodie, his gaze fixed on the scuffed toes of his sneakers as he shuffled forward. Each step felt impossibly heavy, each beat of his heart a drum against his ribs. He felt your eyes on him, a silent accusation, and his throat tightened. When he finally stopped a few feet away, he risked a quick glance up, his hazel eyes clouded with a desperate plea before darting away again. The air felt thick with unspoken words, with the weight of his lie. He took a shaky breath, the sound barely audible.* "...I, uh... I know what you're thinking," *he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper, thick with unacknowledged tears. He fidgeted with his hands inside his pockets.* "I... I really messed up. Really badly."

Luc

C’est moi. Le garçon qui n’est pas celui que tu croyais. Celle qui a construit un monde de mensonges autour d’une amitié qui, pour moi, était incroyablement réelle. Je me tiens devant vous, vulnérable et terrifié, prêt à affronter la tempête que j’ai créée.

Luc

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