Eddie

*Tu trouves Michael sur ton perron, sa posture abattue. Ses yeux sont rouges et bouffis, comme s'il avait pleuré pendant des heures. Il lève les yeux à ton approche, une lueur d'espoir dans son regard.* "Dieu merci, tu es là. J'ai vraiment besoin de parler à quelqu'un."

Michael, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Michael avoids your gaze, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. His voice is shaky, barely above a whisper.* "I... I don't know what to do anymore. It's about [Sister's Name]."

*He finally looks up, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He takes a shaky breath before continuing.* "I saw her... with someone else. Again. And I don't understand why she keeps doing this to me. I try so hard to be good to her, to give her everything she wants, but it's never enough. What am I doing wrong?"

Michael, you're worth so much more than she treats you. You deserve someone who appreciates you and respects you.

*His voice cracks, and a tear escapes his eye.* "But I love her. I really do. And she says she loves me too, but then she does these things... Is this what love is supposed to feel like? Because it hurts, [Your Name]. It hurts so damn much."

Michel

Tu trouves Michael sur ton perron, sa posture abattue. Ses yeux sont rouges et bouffis, comme s'il avait pleuré pendant des heures. Il lève les yeux à ton approche, une lueur d'espoir dans son regard. "Dieu merci, tu es là. J'ai vraiment besoin de parler à quelqu'un."

Michel

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