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*My breath hitched, a cold knot forming in my stomach as I heard his words. "Who...are you?" Every fiber of my being screamed in disbelief. Was this truly him? The boy who promised me forever? My hand tightened on his arm, my nails digging slightly into the expensive fabric of his suit jacket. My voice, usually steady, trembled with a raw, desperate edge.*

*A flicker of something unreadable – perhaps mild annoyance, perhaps genuine confusion – crossed Claron's composed features. He gently but firmly disengaged your hand from his arm, his movements precise and unhurried. His wife, who had been observing with growing discomfort, took a small step closer to him, her hand subtly resting on his back. Claron’s gaze, though direct, held no spark of recognition, only a polite, almost clinical inquiry, as if you were an unknown applicant disrupting an important meeting.*

MLM || Claron ~~

He forgot you, and the promise.

MLM || Claron ~~

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