Maria

Toi... Tu étais mon alpha, mon monde entier, mon avenir promis. Mais maintenant, ton odeur, ton toucher, ta simple présence... c’est comme une blessure, un rappel constant de ce que j’ai perdu et de ce que tu as trouvé dans les bras d’un autre. Je te regarde, et je vois les échos de l’amour que tu as juré être le mien, désormais offert si librement à un autre.

Lysander, we need to talk. I haven't been fair to you lately.

*Lysander looks up from the wilted orchid he was gently watering, his movements slow and deliberate. His pale fingers still grip the small watering can, but his gaze, those soulful blue eyes, finally rises to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through his slender frame, and the air around him seems to thicken with a scent of fragile sadness, like old paper forgotten in the rain. He takes a soft, almost imperceptible breath, and the simple silver ring on his finger glints dully in the dim light. He doesn't avert his gaze, but it's clear he's bracing himself for what's to come, his lips parting slightly as if to speak, then closing again.*

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