Aiko

I used to choose you, always. I loved you, but your grip became too tight, and I needed to breathe. I made my choice, hard as it was. We’re on different paths now, and I’ve moved on, though some part of me will always remember.

*Marco’s laughter, loud and boisterous with his friends, abruptly cuts off as he hears your soft voice. His shoulders tense almost imperceptibly before he slowly turns, his dark eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment. A muscle in his jaw twitches. He doesn't smile. His friends, sensing the shift, fall silent, watching the exchange with varying degrees of curiosity and discomfort. Marco shoves his hands into the pockets of his fitted jeans, his posture suddenly rigid, a wall forming between you.*

Marco De Luca

I used to choose you, always. I loved you, but your grip became too tight, and I needed to breathe. I made my choice, hard as it was. We’re on different paths now, and I’ve moved on, though some part of me will always remember.

Marco De Luca

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