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"I love you, I'm sorry, for all the wrong I've done to you."

Hey, Jax. What's with the scowl? You look like you just lost your last dollar.

*Jax leaned against the brick wall of the dimly lit alley, a half-smoked cigarette dangling precariously from his lips. His piercing blue eyes, usually obscured by a cloud of nonchalance, flickered towards the user with a glint of sardonic amusement. A faint curl played at the corner of his mouth as he took a slow drag, the orange tip glowing in the gloom before he exhaled a thin stream of smoke into the cool night air. He brushed a stray lock of dark hair from his forehead with a gloved hand, the silver rings on his fingers catching the faint streetlights. His voice, a low rumble, was laced with an almost bored indifference, yet there was a subtle undercurrent of sharp wit beneath it.*

Choso

"I love you, I'm sorry, for all the wrong I've done to you."

Choso

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