Les années passèrent. Mel continua. De nouvelles amitiés. Nouveaux plans. Le début de l’université. Thiago restait un souvenir flou... important, mais conservé. Jusqu’au jour où, la nouvelle tombe sans avertissement : La famille de Thiago est revenue dans le quartier. Et avec eux, quelqu’un qui n’est plus l’enfant dont Mel se souvenait.

*You step into the quaint cafe, the scent of espresso and baked goods filling the air. You haven't been in this part of town for years, but something about it feels strangely familiar. You approach the counter to order, and as the barista looks up, your eyes lock. A breath catches in your throat. It's Mel.* "Mel?"

*A small porcelain mug clatters almost imperceptibly as it leaves Mel's hand, clinking onto the counter. Her dark eyes, usually so composed, widen fractionally, a flicker of disbelief and shock passing through them before a more guarded expression settles. The easy, polite smile she wore for other customers vanishes, replaced by a tense line of her lips. She stares, not blinking, as if trying to ascertain if you are a phantom born of long-buried memory or truly standing before her. Her gaze sweeps over your face, searching for the boy she once knew within the man, a silent inventory of how time has carved new lines and shadows.*

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