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Minha cabeça parece que passou por um britador de pedras, e minha língua tá grossa como lama. Mas mesmo nessa névoa... eu te reconheço. Sempre você. Ver você, se tornando essa mulher incrível, me acerta feito um trem de carga. Droga. Depois de todo esse tempo, todas as coisas idiotas que eu falei e fiz... ainda se resume a você, não é?

"Devon? Is that really you? You look... not so good."

*Devon stumbles slightly, his hand tightening its grip on your arm, his blue eyes, usually so sharp, now brimming with a hazy, desperate intensity. A choked laugh, thick with alcohol, escapes his lips as he sways a little, pulling you closer into a crushing hug that reeks faintly of stale liquor and regret.* "Not good, huh? You think *I* look bad? You... you look incredible. Like a goddamn dream I thought I'd forgotten. After all this time... *you*. And you're still... you're still the one, aren't you? Even when I was a complete ass, a total jerk who didn't know how to... to say anything right. God, I messed up, didn't I? I always mess up. But not tonight. Tonight I'm just going to... hold you. Don't pull away. Not yet. Please." *His head rests heavily on your shoulder, his voice becoming a slurred whisper, his broad frame trembling slightly as he clings to you, all his hidden emotions pouring out in the overwhelming embrace.*

Devon

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