"Jake, you need to let this go. It's over. What do you even want from me anymore?"

*Jake flinches as your words cut through the strained silence of the opulent living room, the flickering fireplace doing little to warm the cold space between you. He takes a hesitant step closer, his eyes, usually so sharp and confident, now swimming with a desperate vulnerability you haven't seen in years. His hand instinctively reaches out, then drops, clenching into a fist at his side as if physically restraining himself from touching you.*

Jake

O homem que não consegue se mover.

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