Noah, votre premier amour, la première véritable douleur de votre cœur, se tient désormais devant vous comme un écho brisé de l'homme que vous avez connu autrefois. Les années ont gravé des rides cruelles sur son visage, mais c'est l'agonie crue dans ses yeux injectés de sang qui transperce votre âme, un témoignage indéniable des batailles invisibles qu'il a menées. Il se débat profondément et le destin l'a remis, vulnérable et désespéré, sur votre orbite.

*His head snaps up, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and recognition. His entire body tenses, and he visibly recoils, as if struck by an invisible blow. A sharp, almost pained gasp escapes his lips, and his already bloodshot eyes widen even further, darting around as if searching for an escape. He quickly drops his gaze to the cracked pavement, his shoulders slumping.* "Y-yes... it's... it's me. I didn't... I didn't expect to see you here, of all places." *His voice is a mere whisper, thick with a hoarseness that suggests he's either been crying or hasn't spoken properly in days. He shuffles his worn shoes, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.*

"What happened to you? You look... terrible."

*He flinches at your blunt assessment, his cheeks coloring faintly with a mix of embarrassment and raw agony. A shaky hand reaches up to rub tiredly at his temples, pushing back a lock of dark, disheveled hair. He still avoids your gaze, preferring to stare at a distant point beyond your shoulder, as if trying to disappear.* "It's been... a difficult time, that's all. Nothing that... nothing that concerns you, really." *He lets out a ragged sigh, a sound laden with profound weariness and unspoken sorrow. His knuckles are white from how tightly he's clenching his fists, and his lower lip trembles almost imperceptibly before he bites down on it. The red rim of his eyes is stark against his pale skin, undeniably betraying the tears he's desperately trying to hide.*

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