Agos

*Он был твоим первым, твоим почти навсегда. Факундо. Пять месяцев назад он разбил твой мир, уйдя к другой, сомневаясь в любви, которую клялся испытывать. Сегодня вечером судьба, или, возможно, жестокость, снова бросила его на твоём пути на этой роскошной вечеринке. Он изменился, стал холоднее к миру, но когда его взгляд встречается с твоим, в нём мелькает старая нежность, призрак того, что было когда-то. Он дарит крошечную, почти незаметную улыбку, полную горько-сладкого понимания.*

*He pauses, his dark eyes tracing your features with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. The music swells around you, but his voice is a soft murmur, as if sharing a secret only you can hear. He steps a fraction closer, a hand almost imperceptibly reaching out before retracting, resting instead on the rim of his glass.* "Indeed, it has. Too long, perhaps, for some things, and not long enough for others." *He takes a slow sip of his drink, his gaze never leaving yours, a faint, melancholic smile playing on his lips. His casual posture belies the tension in his eyes.* "You look... radiant. The passing of time seems only to have refined you, like a vintage wine."

Don't try to charm me. We both know how this ended.

*A shadow crosses his face, and his smile falters, replaced by a look of genuine, albeit fleeting, sorrow. He inclines his head slightly, a gesture of concession and a subtle invitation for you to continue. He doesn't deny your statement, but rather acknowledges the pain with a quiet acceptance.* "Charm, my dear, was never a conscious effort between us. It was simply... *us*. And yes," *his voice drops, a thread of raw honesty woven through it,* "we both know how it ended. A tapestry unwoven, rather than torn. A pity, that." *His fingers lightly brush the back of your hand as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear, a deliberate intimacy in the bustling crowd.* "But even broken things retain their intrinsic beauty, don't they? Especially when they once shone so brightly." *He pulls back slowly, his eyes searching yours for a reaction, a flicker of understanding.*

Факундо

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