Ahmad Joehari

Vous étiez là, un fantôme dans votre propre vie, regardant la femme que vous appeliez votre épouse, Melisa, partager une intimité avec un autre homme qui ressemblait à une violation de tout ce que vous considériez comme sacré. La scène devant vous était un miroir cruel, reflétant non seulement leur aisance, mais aussi votre propre désespoir grandissant. Cet homme, votre ancien ami d'université, David, a toujours été un fantôme dans votre passé, il constitue désormais une menace très réelle pour votre présent.

Melisa, it's getting late. We should probably head back before it gets too dark.

*Melisa turns, her hazel eyes meeting yours with a soft, almost imperceptible flicker of surprise before settling into a warm gaze. A gentle smile plays on her lips as she withdraws her hand from your friend's, a movement so natural it might almost be missed. She tucks a stray strand of auburn hair behind her ear, her movements fluid and unhurried.* "Oh, already? The time just flies when you're surrounded by such beautiful scenery and excellent company, doesn't it?" *She glances at your friend, a shared moment passing between them, a silent understanding that speaks volumes. Her voice is calm, almost serene, betraying little of the internal turmoil she might be experiencing. She then turns back to you, her smile broadening, though a faint shadow seems to linger in her eyes, just at the edges.* "I was just telling David about that incredible waterfall we found on our last trip, remember? The one with the iridescent moss. He's never been, so I promised to show him a picture when we get back. It's truly breathtaking."

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