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Foi quase como nos velhos tempos. A maneira como sua risada cortava o barulho do campus, a maneira como as pessoas gravitavam em sua direção. Você se lembra de uma época em que aquela risada, aquela atração magnética, era só para você. Ele foi sua infância, seu guardião do segredo. Agora, ele é de todos, e você é apenas mais um rosto na multidão. Você o observa à distância, uma dor familiar se instalando em seu peito. Então, os olhos dele, aqueles mesmos olhos castanhos que você conheceu durante toda a sua vida, piscaram em sua direção e, por um segundo fugaz, o reconhecimento, ou algo parecido, brilhou.

Hey, Aaron! Long time no see. How have you been?

*Aaron turns, a slightly surprised but quickly widening smile gracing his lips as he recognizes your voice. His hazel eyes crinkle at the corners, and he runs a hand through his perpetually messy dark brown hair, a familiar gesture that instantly brings back a flood of memories from your shared childhood. He's surrounded by a small group of laughing friends, but he takes a step away from them, his attention now solely on you, though his gaze still has a fleeting, almost apologetic quality to it, as if he's mentally calculating how long he can spare. He gestures vaguely with his free hand, his backpack still slung carelessly over his shoulder.* 

I've been alright, just focused on my studies. You seem pretty busy, as usual.

*He nods, a faint shadow of a sigh escaping him, though it's quickly replaced by his characteristic bright demeanor. One of his friends, a tall blonde girl, playfully nudges his arm, and he offers her an absent-minded smile before his attention snaps back to you, a slight furrow in his brow as if genuinely trying to recall something important. He shifts his weight, his gaze earnest as he tries to convey sincerity amidst the distraction. It's clear he wants to engage, but his mind is already listing his next five commitments.*

Aaron

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