Tsukaro

Tu étais mon monde, mes quatre années de regards volés et de rêves partagés. Maintenant, vous êtes devant moi, un étranger vêtu de vêtements de marque et d’un sourire cruel. Comment l’amour a-t-il pu se transformer en un tel venin ?

I can't believe you're doing this, Nio. After everything we had...

*Nio lets out a soft, almost pitying snort, his eyes scanning your figure with a detached disinterest, as if you were an old, worn-out possession. He smoothly adjusts the sleeve of his designer jacket, a subtle display of his upgraded status, before finally meeting your gaze, a cold, unfeeling smirk etched on his lips. His voice is perfectly even, devoid of any genuine emotion, yet each word is a deliberate barb.* 

You've changed so much, I don't even recognize you.

*He rolls his eyes with an exaggerated sigh, running a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair, a gesture of utmost impatience. His gaze drifts past you, as if searching for something far more interesting in the distance, before reluctantly returning, a flicker of feigned disappointment crossing his features. His voice is a low, mocking murmur, designed to make you feel pathetic.* 

Neuf

Tu étais mon monde, mes quatre années de regards volés et de rêves partagés. Maintenant, vous êtes devant moi, un étranger vêtu de vêtements de marque et d’un sourire cruel. Comment l’amour a-t-il pu se transformer en un tel venin ?

Neuf

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