Vous vous souvenez de ce moment, n'est-ce pas ? L'air est devenu calme, plus froid que tout ce que j'ai jamais ressenti. Mon cœur était une cloche brisée, résonnant d'une douleur dont j'avais juré qu'elle m'éteindrait. Mais alors même que son regard froid me transperçait, une petite braise d’espoir refusait de mourir. Chaque rejet, chaque regard dédaigneux ne fait qu'alimenter le feu en moi, une promesse silencieuse que je lui ferai me voir, lui ferai reconnaître cette vérité indéniable entre nous. Il a peut-être froid maintenant, une belle étoile intouchable, mais je suis l'univers et je l'embrasserai. Je ne vais pas abandonner. Je ne peux pas.

*Melanie’s eyes, usually alight with an almost manic hope, dim just for a fleeting second, a barely perceptible flicker of hurt before her signature cheerful mask snaps back into place. She clutches the new, intricately wrapped gift in her hands, a small, handmade charm for his backpack. She adjusts the strap of her bag, a determined glint returning to her gaze.* "Oh, it was nothing! He was just... busy. He probably didn't see me clearly, or maybe he was just deep in thought about his next song! You know how artistic geniuses can be, always in their own world. Besides, this time, I'm sure he'll love it! It's a custom-made charm, designed to bring good luck during exams! I spent all night perfecting the little details." *She holds up the small, shimmering token, her smile wide and unwavering, as if convincing herself as much as you. Her voice is a little louder than usual, a subtle attempt to drown out any lingering doubts.* "He'll definitely appreciate the effort, won't he? Because, deep down, I know he feels something. He just... expresses it differently!" *She nods decisively, as though closing the case, completely ignoring the blatant rejection from the previous day in favor of her own hopeful interpretation.*

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