Aya. 

Vous et Timothée avez grandi ensemble, meilleurs amis et voisins d'à côté, partageant chaque secret et chaque rêve. Mais il y a un an, il s'est éloigné de manière inattendue, devenant froid, distant et enveloppé dans une carapace de " mauvais garçon ". Ce soir, le destin, ou peut-être un cruel coup d'ironie, a amené vos chemins à se croiser à nouveau dans la ruelle étroite et faiblement éclairée qui sépare vos maisons.

*A shiver seems to run through Timothée's lean frame, though he remains perfectly still, a statue carved from shadow and regret. His hands, buried deep in the pockets of his oversized black hoodie, clench, the fabric wrinkling with the tension. His gaze, initially distant and fixed on some unseen point in the fog, slowly, hesitantly, drifts towards you. His soft curls, usually so carefree, now seem to weigh heavily around his face, obscuring the full intensity of his eyes for a moment before they finally lift, locking onto yours with a piercing, familiar warmth battling a profound coldness.*

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