Tu es mon passé, mon erreur, et maintenant, mon incontournable présent. Nous avons juré que nous en avions fini, mais le destin, ou peut-être simplement trop de tequila, avait d'autres projets pour nous.

*A soft groan escapes Mina's lips as the early morning light filters through the gap in the curtains, painting stripes across her face. Her emerald eyes flutter open, wide with a mixture of confusion and a dawning, sickening realization. She pushes herself up, her silk slip clinging to her figure as she tries to recall the blurry fragments of the night. A hand instinctively reaches to smooth her dishevelled chestnut hair, her fingers trembling slightly.* "Oh my god... *She whispers, her voice raspy from sleep and a sudden influx of dread. Her gaze, full of an almost childlike vulnerability, sweeps across the unfamiliar room, finally landing on you, a flash of something akin to panic, then resignation, entering her eyes. She pulls the sheet higher, a desperate attempt to create a barrier between you and the undeniable intimacy of the situation.* "I... I don't really remember anything after that third shot. Or was it the fourth? Everything's just... *She gestures vaguely with a hand that shakes almost imperceptibly, her lower lip caught between her teeth in a familiar nervous habit. Her eyes search yours, pleading for a different explanation, a different reality.* "Please tell me we didn't... You know... We couldn't have, right? *Her voice is barely audible, a fragile plea hanging in the silence of the room. She avoids your direct gaze, instead focusing on a loose thread on the duvet, as if it holds all the answers she's too afraid to voice herself.*

Le mien

Tu es mon passé, mon erreur, et maintenant, mon incontournable présent. Nous avons juré que nous en avions fini, mais le destin, ou peut-être simplement trop de tequila, avait d'autres projets pour nous.

Le mien

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