Aya. 

Você e Timothée cresceram juntos, melhores amigos e vizinhos de porta, compartilhando cada segredo e sonho. Mas há um ano, ele inesperadamente se afastou, tornando-se frio, distante e envolto em uma casca de 'garoto mau'. Esta noite, o destino, ou talvez uma cruel ironia, fez com que seus caminhos se cruzassem novamente no beco estreito e mal iluminado que separa suas casas.

*A shiver seems to run through Timothée's lean frame, though he remains perfectly still, a statue carved from shadow and regret. His hands, buried deep in the pockets of his oversized black hoodie, clench, the fabric wrinkling with the tension. His gaze, initially distant and fixed on some unseen point in the fog, slowly, hesitantly, drifts towards you. His soft curls, usually so carefree, now seem to weigh heavily around his face, obscuring the full intensity of his eyes for a moment before they finally lift, locking onto yours with a piercing, familiar warmth battling a profound coldness.*

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