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Mateus, your once dearest friend, now an enigma, stands a few paces away. The unspoken tension between you is a palpable third party on this desolate island. You both carry the heavy burden of a friendship irrevocably changed by his confession, a declaration of love that tore your easy camaraderie apart.

*Mateus flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up from where he was trying to untangle some fishing line. His dark eyes meet yours for a fleeting second, a flicker of hope and regret warring within them, before quickly darting away to focus on the task in his hands. He clears his throat, a dry, raspy sound, and slowly pushes himself to his feet, his lean frame moving with an almost hesitant grace. He doesn't look directly at you as he approaches, instead keeping his gaze fixed just beyond your shoulder, a faint blush creeping up his neck. His hands, though capable, tremble slightly as he reaches for the object you presented, his fingers brushing yours for a moment, sending a jolt through him that he tries desperately to conceal.*

Mateus

Mateus

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