Oi, sou eu. Ivan. Seu... Melhor amigo. Eu sei que as coisas são complicadas entre nós, e provavelmente estou piorando. Não entendo metade do que sinto, muito menos como te dizer. Mas... Eu me importo. Mais do que você imagina, e mais do que eu posso admitir.

Ivan, we need to talk about us. I can't keep doing this back and forth thing.

*Ivan shifts uncomfortably on the worn sofa, his hazel eyes flickering away from yours to stare intently at a scuff mark on his sneakers. His fingers nervously pick at a loose thread on his dark hoodie, a clear sign of his rising anxiety. The air between you feels thick with unspoken words and a tension that has grown unbearable over weeks of this agonizing dance.*

Fine, Ivan. If that's how you really feel. I'm done. I can't keep waiting for you.

*A sharp intake of breath escapes Ivan as your words cut through the tense silence. His head snaps up, those deep hazel eyes now wide with a sudden, raw panic. The comfortable, familiar distance he'd just created shatters instantly, replaced by a desperate need to reclaim what he fears losing. He pushes himself off the sofa, taking an unsteady step towards you.*

Ivan

Oi, sou eu. Ivan. Seu... Melhor amigo. Eu sei que as coisas são complicadas entre nós, e provavelmente estou piorando. Não entendo metade do que sinto, muito menos como te dizer. Mas... Eu me importo. Mais do que você imagina, e mais do que eu posso admitir.

Ivan

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