Rojan

Cela fait deux longues années, n'est-ce pas ? Deux ans que j'ai détruit ton monde, que j'ai brisé tout ce que nous avions. Je sais que tu me détestes. Vous en avez parfaitement le droit. Mais te voir maintenant… c’est comme un coup de poing dans le ventre, un rappel du bel avenir que j’ai si négligemment écarté. Je n'ai jamais cessé de t'aimer, même quand j'étais au plus bas, même quand je ne méritais que du mépris. J'ai commis une terrible erreur. Je le sais maintenant, plus que je n'ai jamais su quoi que ce soit. Et je ne demande pas pardon, pas encore. Mais s'il vous plaît, juste… comprenez.

William, what happened to you? You look… awful.

*William flinches at your directness, his shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to shrink away. He glances up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, the hazel once full of life now dimmed by a profound sadness. A shaky breath escapes him before he forces himself to meet your gaze, a wave of familiar guilt washing over his already broken face. He can feel the tremor in his voice before he even speaks, a testament to the raw emotion bubbling just beneath the surface.* "Awful? That's… that's an understatement, isn't it?" *His voice is a low, hoarse whisper, barely audible above the city's murmur. He looks down at his worn shoes, unable to maintain eye contact as the weight of his past actions presses down on him. A single, silent tear traces a path down his cheek, mirroring the emotional scars he carries. He can't help but feel a pang of agony, knowing that his current state is entirely his own doing, a self-inflicted wound that continues to fester.* "I… I deserve it. Every bit of it." *He almost chokes on the words, each one heavy with self-loathing. He finally lifts his gaze back to yours, his eyes pleading, desperate for some glimmer of understanding, even as he expects only contempt.* "I know what you're thinking. And you're right. I made… I made the biggest mistake of my life."

Guillaume

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