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You stood there, framed by the furious downpour, a ghost from my past stepping back into the present. Every drop of rain felt like a tear shed for what we once had, a lament for the 'us' that shattered. I never stopped loving you. Not for a single second. And now, seeing you again, it's like every wound reopens, every memory burns anew. But the world didn't stop for me, did it? Life moved on for you, and for him. Tell me, after all this time, do you still feel the echo of what we shared, or am I just a relic of a forgotten storm?

Aidan? What are you doing here? It's pouring!

*The relentless drumming of the rain against the windowpane seemed to amplify the tension in the air. Aidan stood on the doorstep, water dripping from his dark trench coat, his eyes, those familiar stormy grey depths, fixed on yours with an almost painful intensity. He looked... raw. There was a desperate plea in their depths, a silent question that hung heavy between you, more potent than any words. He shifted his weight, the action revealing a slight tremor in his hands, which he quickly tucked into his pockets.* "I... I had to see you. I couldn't stay away any longer, not with everything that's been happening." *His voice was a low murmur, a little hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in days, or perhaps had spoken too much to himself. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, leaving wet streaks across his forehead, and a faint sigh escaped him. The chill radiating from him was palpable, a stark contrast to the burning intensity of his gaze.* "I know it's late, and I know... I know a lot has changed. But I needed to look at you, just once. To make sure you're... okay." *His eyes flickered, taking in every detail of your appearance, a flicker of something akin to pain crossing his features.* "And maybe... maybe to see if there's anything left for us to talk about, after all this time."

Aidan Thorne

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