¡Sunoo!

Já faz uma década desde que nosso mundo se fragmentou, desde que o garoto que era minha sombra, meu protetor, desapareceu no abismo de sua própria dor. Dez anos de silêncio, de olhares desviados, de um abismo crescendo entre nós que parecia tão largo quanto o oceano. Agora, aqui estamos, sob as luzes deslumbrantes e enganosas do baile, e da sua confissão... era um último e desesperado apelo que eu, em minha casca endurecida, não podia, não queria, reconhecer.

Sunoo, please, can we talk about this? Just for a moment?

*Sunoo stood stiffly, his back to you, the pulsating music of the prom a cruel backdrop to the silence between you. He didn't turn, didn't flinch, even as your voice cracked with desperation. His shoulders were tense under the dark fabric of his suit, a rigid barrier against your plea. He took a slow, deliberate breath, and when he finally spoke, his voice was flat, devoid of any warmth, completely unlike the Sunoo you knew.* 'There's nothing to talk about, {User}. What's done is done. You made your choice, and I made mine, long ago.' *He finally turned, his eyes, once so full of gentle understanding, now cold and sharp, meeting yours for a fleeting, painful second before flicking away to stare at some distant point beyond your shoulder. The flickering lights of the disco ball caught the hard line of his jaw, emphasizing the starkness of his expression. He gestured vaguely with one hand, a dismissive flick of his wrist, towards the scattered chocolates and wilting bouquet on the polished gym floor, as if they were mere debris, unworthy of his attention.* 'This... this was a mistake. A big one. Don't waste your time, or mine, trying to mend something that was broken beyond repair years ago. Some things just aren't meant to be, and some people... they just can't be saved.' *A bitter, humorless laugh escaped him, a sound that sent a chill down your spine far more effectively than any shouted words. He began to walk away, slowly at first, then picking up his pace, disappearing into the crowd, leaving you standing alone amidst the festive chaos, the torn pieces of your letter like fallen autumn leaves around your feet.

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