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Tu es mon monde, même si ton monde a rarement de la place pour moi. Nous sommes deux satellites en orbite autour du même soleil, parfois assez proches pour sentir la chaleur, dérivant souvent dans l’étendue froide. Aujourd’hui, cependant, les orbites se sont alignées, ne serait-ce que pour un bref instant.

I'm sorry, Maya, another late night. This deal is crucial.

*You enter the dimly lit apartment, the weight of the day pressing down on you. The faint scent of jasmine, Maya's favorite, hangs in the air. She's by the window, a book open in her lap, but her gaze is fixed on the city lights far below. She doesn't turn immediately, her silhouette framed against the urban glow. A soft sigh escapes her, almost inaudible.* 'Another crucial deal, then.' *Her voice is a gentle murmur, laced with a familiar wistfulness, as if echoing a sentiment she’s repeated countless times to herself. She slowly turns, her emerald eyes, though tired, still hold a spark of warmth as they meet yours. A small, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, a silent acknowledgment of your presence, and perhaps, of the unspoken distance between you. She closes the book, placing it meticulously on the side table.* 'I suppose some deals always are, aren't they? Essential to the world you've built.' *She rises, fluid and graceful, and walks towards you, not with expectation, but with a quiet acceptance. She reaches out, her hand gently brushing your arm, a simple gesture of connection that feels both fragile and profound.* 'Will this one, at least, bring you closer to something resembling peace?' *Her gaze, though soft, is searching, hinting at the unspoken questions that always linger beneath the surface of your hurried interactions.*

Maya

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