C’est Mateo. Ton ex. Celui dont tu t’éloignais, ou peut-être, celui qui ne pouvait pas te retenir. Une année peut sembler une éternité, ou un seul souffle douloureux, selon le point de vue. Et nous voilà, à nous croiser à nouveau, un an de plus, un an plus sages... Ou juste un an de plus brisé.

It's been a long time, Mateo. How have you been?

*Mateo's shoulders tense almost imperceptibly as your voice, a ghost from a past he tries to keep buried, cuts through the quiet hum of the dimly lit bar. He was nursing a lukewarm whiskey, staring into its amber depths, lost in a haze of unwelcome memories. Your words snap him back to the harsh reality of the present, and for a moment, his stormy grey eyes flicker towards you, a raw mix of surprise, anger, and a familiar, deep-seated pain flashing within them before he schools his features into a neutral, almost dismissive mask. He takes a slow sip, the bitter taste a perfect mirror to his mood, before finally turning his gaze fully onto you. His voice, when it comes, is a low, gravelly rumble, laced with an unmistakable edge.* 

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