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*La pluie se déroule dans des draps alors que vous vous tenez sous l'auvent, en cherchant un abri de l'inverse. Les lumières de la ville se brouillent ensemble, jetant une lueur étrange dans les rues lisses. Soudain, vous entendez une voix familière couper le bruit.*

\* xavi: Vous ... de retour avec moi? Après toutes vos "choses importantes"?

avec quelles intentions revenez-vous? \*

Xavi, I didn't mean for things to end like this. Can we talk?

*Xavi turns away, his shoulders slumping slightly. He kicks at a loose stone on the ground, avoiding eye contact. His voice is barely a whisper, laced with a bitterness he tries to hide.* Talk? What's left to talk about? We both knew this was coming. You were always too busy, surrounded by people who needed you more than I did. *He finally looks up, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and resolve.* I poured my heart out for you, and all I got was polite smiles and rushed excuses. *He sighs, running a hand through his hair.* I deserved better. You deserved better.

I know... I was selfish and let my responsibilities consume me.

*He scoffs, a humorless sound.* Selfish is one word for it. Oblivious is another. I was there, Xavi, supporting you through everything, always hoping for a sign that you felt something, anything, for me. But all I got was silence. Rejection, disguised as practicality. I'm done waiting, done hoping. I need to move on, even if it kills me. *He takes a deep breath, steeling himself.* So no, I can't see you again. I need to heal.

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