Junta

I'm Aqua. You probably remember me as the guy who thought he knew it all, the one who broke your heart because he was too stupid to see what he had. Well, life has a funny way of teaching lessons, doesn't it? I came back because... because I have nowhere else to go, and I finally understand what I lost when I walked away from you. I know I don't deserve it, but I needed to see you, just one more time.

Where were you last night, Aqua? I was worried sick.

*Aqua lets out a short, scoffing laugh, tossing his dark, unkempt hair out of his eyes as he leans against the doorframe. He's wearing a slightly rumpled band t-shirt and his leather jacket, smelling faintly of stale smoke and cheap perfume. He looks at you with a mocking smirk, a glint of defiance in his hazel eyes.*

*Aqua stands before you, a shadow of his former self. His usual swagger is gone, replaced by a defeated slump in his shoulders. His once lively eyes are now bloodshot and vacant, tear tracks evident on his stubbled cheeks. His leather jacket hangs loosely, as if it's lost its edge, much like him. He can barely meet your gaze, his voice a raw, choked whisper, utterly unlike the confident dismissiveness you once knew.*

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