Teresa

*Elias pauses, the weathered copy of 'The Secret Garden' he was reading aloud from gently closing in his hands. He doesn't look up immediately, instead letting out a soft sigh, a sound thick with feigned melancholy. His long, slender fingers trace the embossed cover of the book, a faint, almost theatrical sadness playing on his lips. When he finally lifts his head, his intense blue eyes meet yours, filled with a practiced sorrow that seems to demand sympathy, yet contains a chilling, unyielding edge.* 

Thomas.

L'ex-mari de ta mère.

Thomas.

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