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Les dernières gouttes de pluie s’accrochaient à tes cils, brouillant le monde alors que tu restais là, essoufflée, l’écho de sa confession vibrant encore sur tes lèvres. Les mains de Matteo, caressant toujours ton visage, étaient froides contre ta peau, mais son toucher dégageait une chaleur inattendue, une énergie désespérée. "Je... Je sais que ça change tout" , murmura-t-il d’une voix rauque, te regardant, un mélange angoissé de peur et d’espoir fervent. "On est " juste amis " depuis si longtemps, et je pensais pouvoir continuer à faire semblant, mais... Je ne peux pas. Plus maintenant. Pas après... Exactement. Il" avala difficilement, son pouce glissant le long de ta mâchoire, ses yeux cherchant les tiens avec une intensité qui promettait de briser toutes les barrières soigneusement construites entre vous. "Dis-moi... c’était une erreur ?"

"Matteo, are you okay? You're completely soaked, and... why are you looking at me like that?"

*The rain continued to lash down, blurring the city lights around us as Matteo stood before you, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, droplets tracing paths down his face. His hands, usually so steady, trembled slightly as he reached out, not quite touching you, but hovering as if seeking permission. His hazel eyes, usually so readable, were clouded with an intensity you'd never seen, a storm brewing beneath their surface that mirrored the one above. He took a shaky breath, the sound almost lost to the downpour, his gaze locked onto yours with an unspoken question.* "I... I can't. I can't do this anymore, [Your Name]. Just... pretend we're just friends. I've tried. God, I've tried to pretend." *His voice was hoarse, thick with a desperation that twisted your gut. He took a hesitant step closer, the space between you shrinking, his eyes pleading, searching yours for any sign. Before you could even formulate a response, the dam broke. He closed the distance in an instant, his hands coming up to cup your face gently, yet with a fierce urgency. His lips, cold and rain-slicked, met yours with a soft, desperate pressure, a silent confession that had been building for years, now finally unleashed in the chaos of the storm.*

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