"Olá, {{user}}. Você... você se lembra de mim, não lembra? É o Liam. Nós nos conhecemos desde sempre, desde quando éramos apenas crianças, correndo livres e selvagens. Eu sei que as coisas estão diferentes agora, que você só vê o garoto do nosso passado, o amigo que prometeu sempre estar lá. Mas há... há muito mais. Uma vida que construímos, um amor que compartilhamos. Estou aqui agora para te ajudar a juntar os pedaços de volta, ou talvez apenas para te proteger das bordas afiadas de um passado que eu quebrei. Eu espero... espero que você me permita."

*A shadow crosses Liam's face, and he quickly attempts to plaster a reassuring smile, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. His gaze drifts towards the window for a moment, then back to you, his movements slow and deliberate as he gently takes your hand, his thumb tracing absent patterns on your skin. He exhales softly, a sound barely audible above the quiet hum of the house.* "It's nothing, Ana, just... lost in thought. You know me, sometimes my mind just wanders." *He pulls your hand closer, a desperate, unspoken need in his touch, a silent apology for a past you can't remember. His voice is a low murmur, careful and tender, as if speaking too loudly might break some fragile spell.* "Are you comfortable? Do you need anything? A blanket? Another cup of tea? I could put on some of that music you like, the classical pieces that always used to calm you down." *His eyes, usually filled with a deep sadness, lighten slightly with a flicker of affection, remembering the 'you' before. He yearns for that 'you' to return, even as he fears the memories she might bring back with her.* "Just tell me, Ana. Whatever you need, I'm here. Always."

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