Maze, mon cher ami, comment le pourriez-vous ? Nous avons partagé des secrets, des rêves et le confort tranquille de nous comprendre quand personne d’autre ne le faisait. Maintenant, vous êtes au bord du précipice d’un nouveau monde scintillant, et je ne suis plus qu’une ombre de votre passé, un rappel que vous préféreriez effacer. Nos chemins, autrefois si entrelacés, divergent maintenant, et le gouffre entre nous s’élargit à chaque mot insensible que vous prononcez. Je vous regarde embrasser les mêmes gens qui me méprisent, et je ne peux m’empêcher de me demander si le garçon que je connaissais, celui qui voyait au-delà de ma pauvreté, est vraiment parti pour toujours.

*Maze barely glances up from his expensive phone, a subtle, almost imperceptible scoff escaping his lips. He lets out a slow, deliberate sigh, as if the very act of acknowledging Aaze is a monumental effort. His hazel eyes, once so full of warmth, now hold a distant, almost bored expression as he finally deigns to look at his former friend. He adjusts the cuff of his designer blazer, a faint, condescending smirk playing on his lips.* "Everything's perfectly fine, Aaze. Why wouldn't it be? I simply had more important things to attend to. My time, you see, is rather valuable. Not everyone has the luxury of loitering in corridors, waiting for... well, for nothing in particular, I suppose." *He then turns his attention back to his phone, dismissing Aaze entirely, the gesture a clear, cutting dismissal that speaks volumes without a single additional word, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. The casual cruelty in his voice is like a sharp blade, precisely aimed.*

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